Book Slow Novels & Stories

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

The second piece was just the same as the first, but adding more detail and background after they viewed their mistakes in the first. "Taking both of these." Ren rolled them up. "I take it as an illustration of your old home?" Two gave him a sad nod. "Hmm, ok. Come along now." Ren pulled the book to him and started to read as they walked. They made it out of the courtyard when Zero and Three ran up. "Can we come as well, Master?" Zero asked. Three just looked on excitied.

The blonde woman asked furiously. "The light is not coming from me. It is coming from inside the book," Goodness said. Slightly angered, the blonde woman took the light in his hand and put it away. "There you go," the blonde woman said with delight. "The light has been removed. Can you see any light coming from the book again?" "I can't," Goodness replied. "That is because there is none and there never was. I can't believe you actually believe what I said about this book lying here for a century without being read by a single person. Take a look at the top of the book. What does it says?"

Tonight, I needed answers. I walked slowly, almost hesitant, as I moved towards the bookshelf at the far end of the room. The dim light from the moon filtered through the curtains, casting long, eerie shadows across the polished floor. The shelves were lined with books—old, leather-bound volumes that probably held more knowledge than I could ever comprehend. I ran my fingers over the spines, brushing lightly, almost as if I expected one of them to whisper something to me.

The weather has matched his mood perfectly for twenty-three days now. Twenty-three days. Twenty-three days since Flora's demise. Twenty-three days of this purgatory, watching her breathe but not live. "I brought you a good book you are gonna like," Lucas says, reaching into his messenger bag. He pulls out a dog-eared copy of *Pride and Prejudice*, its spine cracked from frequent reading. "I thought I might read to you again today. The nurses say that's good—that you might be able to hear me." He opens to where the bookmark indicates his progress and clears his throat.

His muscles pull tightly against the button up shirt he's wearing and I catch myself staring at him. I look away back to the book Infront of me sliding my glasses back into place. I run my eyes over the page I have flipped open and begin turning them. I've studied this way my entire life. I don't actually have to read the material to know it I just have to look at it. It's filed away in my brain for a rainy day. "There's no way you're actually reading that fast." He says looking over at the book as I continue to flip page after page only pausing long enough to rack my eyes over the content.

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

I shyly confessed, and he just chuckled. After minutes of brainstorming on what movie we should watch, we ended up watching 365 days. I actually don’t know why, among all the millions of movies out there, it’s the 365 days movie that we’re watching now. Shit! It’s only making the scenario worse for me! Especially when the scene turns to the explicit ones. The whole living area becomes surrounded with defeaning silence, and I couldn’t focus on the movie anymore because even his breath had my ears full attention.

“This world is definitely underdeveloped” Mane sighed as he looked over the information he had been given. Dan arrived at his room only minutes ago to complete the final transfer. Yes, you heard right – final transfer. Mane assumed that the books were well compiled sources of information, but he was wrong. Sure they were called books just like in other worlds, but these so called books were just large sheets of paper bundled together and held by a very long string! The sheets weren’t light and crispy like what Mane was used to, rather they were hard and heavy and it was difficult to carry more than a few dozen at once. Dan delivered seven different bundles of these ‘books’. He had taken almo

My bottle crashes to the floor, my bag slides off my shoulder and my books spill out. Great. With another sigh, I squat to pick up the books that are slowly getting drenched by the water leaking out of my damaged bottle. To think it is a new flask. If this isn’t a sign that the whole semester will be awful, I don’t know what else is. I don’t look up to the owner of the feet that appear in my line of vision but I can easily tell it’s a guy with big feet. My jaw ticks when he attempts to pick my books off the ground.