Books Numbers Novels & Stories

"It's numerology. The language of numbers and their symbolic significance. It's a format of attributing alphabets to numbers but it takes into regard only 8 numbers. Let me draw it for you so you would understand." Andrew rose from where he was sitting across Maddie to get a book and biro from one end of the shelf in the living room. He returned with it, moved to the centre table and placed it there while opening the book and kneeling right by the table, facing it. Maddie moved to squat beside him.

A Dream House (Continuation) I sat on the beige colored tiled floor of the living room. And I looked around me, the ceilings are neatly painted white, while the walls are covered with medium toned brown wallpapers. I opened another box. From the box I pulled out lots of books, maybe fifty to seventy of them. The books come in different forms, big and small, thin and thick. Our book collection includes about twenty five of Mallory’s bedtime story books, a New King James bible version, a children’s bible, and there is one of my favorite books; Ikigai: The Japanese Secret to a Long and Happy Life, also my favorite novels from Mitch Albom; Tuesday with Morrie and Five People You Meet in Heave

Small scraps on the sides of one board, showing that it’s pulled in an out of its place. I pull up the board, feeling my three friends moving closer. Inside are three different books. Journals. All three are labeled Testing with numbers. The first on is 1-30. Then 31-45. Then 46-… None of which bode well for our luna. And as we start to read through what happened, that feeling just gets worse and worse.

The second day mom asks me to make a list of all the books in his library, while she starts sorting through his office. Some of the books are valuable first editions and some are just normal books that everyone has on their bookshelves. I have to look at the title page of each book to make sure I don't overlook any of the collector's items. He has about four hundred books and it's taking a long time. Plus, I've gotten distracted a few times looking up the price of some of the first editions on his computer. When we break for lunch I've gotten about halfway through. "How's it going?" Mom asks as we sit at the kitchen table eating sandwiches and potato chips.

He didn't need much light, he'd never worked well under bright lights. While he searched for any particular book to answer his numerous questions, his hands bumped against a large hardcover book. It was arranged towards the end of the cabinet and it was a really large book, deep brown with golden cursive writing titled "The Art Of The Greek Numbers." Lucian frowned and wondered what this kind of book would be doing in his father's cabinet. His late father was never the type to waste his time and energy on books that didn't add tangible information or information that would help The Garoeux Estate progress. So, what was it doing here?

“You must love reading.” She sighed. “I do! Everytime I read a book, I feel like I have travelled somewhere far from here. It feeds much of my imagination! But it wasn’t just books about stories that my mother had kept with her. Some books are about keeping numbers. She taught me and my brothers, but my father doesn’t like numbers too much. He enjoyed working hard. My brothers are the same, so she keeps the books of my father’s and brothers’ earnings from the produce, too. My father hopes to be fair in dividing the earnings, especially after my brothers got married, and I helped my mother make sure that the numbers are straight.”

There was a ladder which the library workers used to access and take care of the books, and I wondered just how many books were held in this library. Billie led us deeper until we got to an empty hall. "It's huge, right?" she said, taking in my expression. "I once got lost during my first few times here." I found a small rag and dusted the large desk, while Billie took care of the seats. "There's probably a billion books here," I muttered, and she smiled. "Thirty thousand four hundred and twenty-one," she said, and I furrowed my brows. "What?" "Thirty thousand four hundred and twenty-one," she echoed. "That's how many books we have in here."

Nicholas asked. “Sure,” The waitress said with a smile. “Let me check our system. If we have it, I can tell you where it is placed.” She asked with a smile, “Can you please tell me the name of the book?” She answered, “There it is. Please check shelf number four and book number 301B.” Nicholas went to check the shelf but there was no book. He found other books of the same genre there before. He had checked this shelf before too but he had not found anything here.

"I was inside the basement of Branson and I found out that there was a book taken from the library." "How are you sure that it is from the library?" I ask. "Have you not noticed that one shelf in the library has one book missing. I mean if you look at the library shelves carefully, there is a number above each shelf. It doesn't signify the number sequence but the total number of books in the shelf. I counted that shelf once and found out that one book was missing. That means only one thing is possible…"

I slam my door in response. Once I’m in bed, I finally open the math book. My eyes land again on the first page: Jace Adkins. My finger hovers over the number, but then I slap myself and actually start reading. Turns out, everything’s explained much more clearly in the teacher’s version. Maybe I could get Mason to snag me a copy. I make it through the first 100 pages—enough to grasp the basics of the numbers. Talking about numbers.. The book opens at the first page all by itself. Biting my lip in doubt, I grab my phone and contemplate a lot of things.