Delete Blank Pages In Pdf Novels & Stories

“What?” Lila asked. He held up the metal fastener running through the papers. “There are gaps.” Vanessa leaned closer. “What do you mean?” “See these marks?” He pointed to tiny tears near the punched holes. “Someone removed pages.” Silence. Vanessa immediately checked the file index. Her eyes widened. “He’s right.” “There should be forty-three pages.” She counted the papers. “Thirty-eight.” Five pages were missing. Lila’s pulse quickened. “What kind of pages?”

Set it on the table and opened to the section where pages had been torn out. Four pages. Gone. Removed with surgical precision. I ran my fingers along the ragged edges still clinging to the binding. The paper was not yellowed like the rest of the book. Not aged. The tears were clean. Recent. Very recent. I pulled the lamp closer. Examined the binding. There. At the base of the torn section. A fragment. So small I had missed it the first time. A corner of a page that had not completely pulled free. I used my fingernail to carefully extract it. The fragment was maybe an inch square. Most of it blank. But in the corner. A few words visible in that same ancient script.

I murmur more to myself as I reach into the drawer beneath my desk and remove a small bottle filled with clear liquid. A conservator’s solution, one designed to separate delicate archival paper without damaging the ink. One careful drop falls along the edge of page twelve so I wait. Five seconds then Ten. The paper begins to separate almost imperceptibly. Someone had glued two pages together very carefully and Very professionally. Holding my breath, I slide a thin ivory blade between them as the pages part. A hidden sheet unfolds from within and unlike everything before it… This page contains only one sentence, written in hurried and uneven handwriting.

“Termination and Employment records over the past twenty years.” Gerald pulled three files. Two were straightforward — performance reviews, standard documentation, the paper trail of ordinary professional endings. I set them aside. The third was different. Thicker. And when I opened it the thickness was misleading — several pages had been physically removed, cleanly, the kind of removal that required a letter opener or a blade and a decision made in advance. What remained had sections blacked out with the thoroughness of someone who understood that partial redaction was worse than none at all.

I flipped it in the next page but I only saw a blank page, all of the pages were now pure white like nothing is really written in there. "What are you doing?" I almost jumped in surprise after hearing a voice beside me. "Nothing," I answered and closed the book. His eyes widen just by looking at the cover of it. "Have you seen something in that book?" "Just the first page" I answered but he seemed so shocked by my answer. "First page?" He asked like I just did the most imposable thing in the world. "Yeah, this one." I flipped the book to the first page but it became blank suddenly. I just saw it a while ago! How did it happen? I checked all of the pages thinking that it must be in somewhere

I say, taking my eyes back to the piece of paper that I have carefully put on my laps. Actually, it should be pieces of papers, plural not singular since it's practically torn into three parts. There is the tiny part that is just blank, a tinier one and the tiniest. The fact that the blank piece is in perfect condition but the other most important pieces are worn out is so devastating. I carefully cut off the empty part that has already changed color from pure white to something between amber and peacan, and I toss it inside my mouth. It tastes exactly like coke.

Flipping to the next page, I try to see if there's any indication of a title, since neither the front page nor first page have one. I don't see anything of the sort. Instead, I find a paragraph of ink marks that look similar to the one on the first page. "Is this a joke?" I flip to the next page and find the same handwriting, but the text in this one looks longer. Groaning, already starting to get irritated by the seemingly pointless search, I flip through some more pages, hoping that I find something meaningful. Rather, most of the pages of the book are blank. Just bare sheets of paper.

But it was empty. “The second page…” I murmured inwardly. “It’s gone.” I searched every fold of the document once more, but it was nowhere to be found. Someone hadn’t simply misplaced it. It had been deliberately torn away. I tightened my grip on the remaining page. What was on that missing page? Whatever had been written there was important enough for someone to erase it from history. “Where did you get that?” Raihan’s voice shattered my thoughts. My head snapped up—His eyes flickered between the road and the document in my hands.

My conscience doesn't want to add fuel to the fire. Aiden shook his head, pointing to a few pages near the middle of the book. "No, I'm not talking about those pages. Look, three pages are missing right here." We all leaned in to take a closer look, and sure enough, Aiden was right. Three pages in the middle of the book were conspicuously blank as if they had been torn out. "What could that mean?" I said, my mind racing. "Did someone try to hide something in those pages?"