Don't Touch The Book Novels & Stories

When I stood in front of the book, the first page turned on its own. "First lesson of the Seven Magics Academy," Pops said, eyeing me. "You must never touch any of the pages in the books in this room. Touching them will increase their speed of deterioration." "Then, how?" I began, putting my hands at my sides so I wouldn't accidentally touch one. "Like this." He smiled, then leaned in close to the book. "Chapter One," Professor Pops said. The book instantly flicked to the page that said Chapter One.

“Stop. It.” He tears himself out of my grip, watching the wound before looking up at me. “What is this?” “I’m not—I don’t know what is happening,” I try to explain, even sounding ridiculous to my own ears. “I am not doing anything. It just happens.” Kai squeezes his eyes, looking like he is ready to fight me. “We have to talk to Dad. Until then, try not to touch anyone.” ‘He is hilarious. I like our brother,’ the voice comments, making me close my eyes with a sigh.

It's nothing intimate or tender. I'm just… cleaning her up. And, right before I touch her, her lashes flicker. A slow, weak flutter, like a butterfly struggling to rise. Fuck. My hand suspend in the air, but before her eyes can find me, I step back, fast. My spine snaps straight, my expression hardens like stone. I cross the room and grab the book on the table. I don’t even know what the fuck it’s about. I sit, and pretend to read.

I don’t take my eyes off the pool. “Kael,” she says quietly, “the book.” Damn it. The black leather book is still on the altar. The water in the pool rises by an inch. Not splashing. Not flooding. Just lifting. Like a thing standing up under a blanket. I make a choice. “Stay there.” I move fast, cross the platform, and yank the book up with the edge of my shirt wrapped around my hand. Heat shoots through the cloth anyway. Sharp. Mean. I swear and turn back.

I cut him off, not wanting the conversation to spiral. There was a pause before he said, “You eat an apple every day.” I glanced at him as he tossed the empty water bottle in the trash. That’s what he notices? “Yeah,” I said, my tone clipped. “An apple a day keeps the doctor away.” I threw the apple core into the trash, washed my hands, and turned toward the door, only to feel his hand on my arm. His touch was light, but it sent a tingle through my skin, unfamiliar and unsettling.

The scent of pages hit immediately — it was warm, comforting. But even before we moved deeper in, I noticed him. A man, sitting just a few feet inside. Coffee on one side, a book on the other. Our eyes didn’t meet. I looked away too fast. But something — something — about him made my stomach knot. Penny squealed, her voice echoing softly through the quiet store. "Books, Ry! Look—look at that one! It has a bunny with glasses!" I grabbed her wrist before she could bolt toward it. "Penny..." I warned. "No touching. We agreed."

It looked harmless, but he knew better. “That thing," he swore. “We have to get rid of that book, before it does something else." Alexa pulled back, her eyes swollen yet surprisingly dry. She hesitated, her eyes narrowing on the book. "You're right!” She swallowed. "We should get rid of it.” Together, they approached the book. Zephyr reached for it, his heart pounding in his chest like it'd fly out the very next mimite. The second his fingers grazed the cover, the room shuddered.

Peeking around the room, I ensure no one is in sight. Climbing onto the chair next to the bookshelf, I run my fingers along the spines of the books. Jessica told me that it would be the one with no writing. Finally, I find it. An old tattered book that has clearly been looked through a thousand times. Standing on my tiptoes, I carefully pull the book off the shelf and slide down onto the chair.

she handed the book back to me as if to rid herself of it. "It's stupid. Everyone has a different journey on this Earth so the advice that's listed it's useless," I found myself trying to put the book back on the shelf but I still couldn't reach. "Ren honey, put the book on there," there was this silver rectangular prism that stood right below my waist. I placed the book on its surface and it immediately vanished from the platform.

The book is like being the center of everything in this room. Elora didn’t dare to open it. She was worried that bad things would happen once she looked inside, studying its contents. An idea flashed, but it sounded like an excuse Elora had made so she could meet him. Yes, Elora thinks of reading it with Caspian. What if Elora asked Caspian to accompany her when Elora read the book? Was it common sense, or something made up just so Elora could spend time with Caspian? Elora bit the inside of her lower lip, her eyes moving restlessly. She slowly walked over to the book. Just as her hand touched the surface of the book, a knock on the door made her jump.