Chinese Thread Book Novels & Stories

I wonder what happened… ‘Stop wasting time you overthinker…go to the book already!!’ So impatient, my wolf. But she was right and I rushed into the office, to see that the book was gone. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, wondering where could they have hidden it… took another deep breath… and I felt it. The book. It was calling me somehow. But how can that be possible? Feeling a tingling in my fingertips I raised my hands only to see short thin sparkling silver threads emerging from my fingertips.

Made from silk and linen, these precious textiles made up the traditional dresses of the Chinese elite, where Master Qiu belongs. Where he belonged. In the past. Past tense. "Oh, pieces of a thick wood attached to each other to form a square-shaped hole. Interesting. Should we sit in the moldy tips of the wood?" "How can I do this? There is a proper way to do this, I forgot how." "Just resist our poo, let us just do our business by the river. Is there a river here? This is China, and I am sure there are rivers here overflowing with fresh water there. We can wash ourselves, there too. What do you think of my idea?"

Glad. She closed the book. She held it in her hands for a moment. She thought about the first book and the second book and the third book and now this one. She thought about Cael at sixteen with a thread in his hands. She thought about what the thread had become. She thought: this is what it looks like. This is what the thread looks like when it has been followed for long enough. It becomes a record. It becomes a curriculum. It becomes a spiral that goes in both directions and has no end.

It went from the first floor to the second floor, and the fragrance of books was strong. Every book had a division. When he was looking for books related to clothing design, when he passed by the technical section, he accidentally saw a book called "Nature of Pregnant Ten Month". Out of curiosity, he took it out and flipped through it.

He was just looking at her like he wanted to print her image on his mind. Cynthia is reading a book which Aurora gave her.She is too captivated by the story that she didn't feel someone else's presence in the room.She felt a little thirsty so she kept the book at the bed and got up from the bed to drink some water. Cynthia looked behind and got shocked to see the person who was standing in the door.The man's grey eyes are a boring hole on her.His eyes show a very different emotion.A emotion she never saw. His eyes are always cold and distant.

Prologue I saw you clear as sky, but why am I asking why? Have we met before? It feels like we’ve known each other for so long. Who are you? I really want to know you. “Memories are links in a golden chain that bind us until we meet again.” - Jacqueline Winspear

my nosiness made me take couple of steps ahead, when I reached near mud wall I thoroughly saw that thread and realized it was indeed buried inside… with one small tug I pulled the thread and a small piece of dry mud fall off wall… It looked like this white thread was connected to something which was buried in mud wall, thinking of which I quickly gave it couple more tug until something that was covered in red colored cloth fall out on floor… I hurriedly squatted down and picked it up… I cleaned mud off it and saw it was a book which was covered in red cotton cloth while a white barn thread was tied around it.. I quickly opened it only to realise that it was ‘A grimoire’ A Grimoire is a WIT

To him, time was like an interloping of threads, all related to each other and the ultimate space, and in rare, yet possible cases, it was possible to bend those threads. Threads...threads of time...it rang a bell, but I wasn't sure where I had heard it from. I closed the book and fell on the chair. Time travel? Me? For what? So I can re-live some of the worst years of my life? I held my hair in handfuls and yelled, hoping that if I yelled hard enough, some miracle will take place and take me back to the time I belong. I have already lived past this. This is not my life any more.

Long Chen asked in his confused mind. At the same time, Long Chen, inside the dragon’s lair, would occasionally peek out. Currently, in a place with a vast courtyard, Tang Shu was busy managing all the materials sent by Long Ning’er to open the Xiwang world. True to his promise to Long Chen, he had even neglected his duties as the keeper of the Heaven Book to join the fight against the Blood Sect. BOOOOOMMM… BOOOOOMMM…

As I opened the yellowed pages, a piece of paper slipped out, as I bent over to retrieve it I knocked over a tower I had built with books. Sending books hurling over with speed down to the sleeping librarian. Just then, a soft, pulsing glow began to emanate from a shelf in the library. A shimmering thread appeared, weaving itself around the books, binding them firmly in place. The thread seemed to be made of pure light, and it pulsed with a purely magical energy. I could feel the magic coursing through the air, a warm, comforting sensation that seemed to fill the whole library. The thread seemed to settle into place, and the books remained perfectly still as if frozen in time.