Drama The Book Pages Novels & Stories

**15 Years Ago** His Pov: I flip through the crumpled, half-burned pages of the only thing I have left—the only thing she couldn’t destroy. My fingers trace the torn edges carefully, like they’re made of glass, like they’ll fall apart if I hold them too tight. The paper is stained, corners smudged, some pages singed at the ends. But it’s still here. It's my favourite book. The only one I could save.

Her fingers trembled as she flipped to the familiar page where she always found his name. But the page was blank. Her breath caught in her throat. She turned another page but still, there was nothing. Then another. And another. It was empty. Panic surged through her veins. "No, no, no," she whispered, her voice shaking as she frantically turned the pages. However, her hands suddenly froze when she noticed something even more alarming. The edges of the pages were disintegrating. The parchment was crumbling and tiny specks of ash began falling onto her lap as if an invisible fire was consuming it.

at that point since she left when Karen, the chief servant, called for her. It is truly mysterious, but I am unable to keep my lips raised. Emma is a trustworthy young maid, but I can sense something is up. I shake my head. The book opens itself just as I'm ready to do so. Pages circle endlessly, but the brown papers with the cursive writing remain visible until they come to an abrupt stop in the middle. I take a closer look at what the book page shows, I can't help but furrow my brows. "The life that perishes shall be made alive again,

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.

Did I do something to cause the sudden mistrust in me? "You having lunch with me today?" Lauren whispered taking my attention away from my drowning thoughts. I sighed at her question, Lauren eats with her boyfriend Jasper and his friends. I do the same eating with Seth and his friends. The only problem with that is our boyfriends are in two different social circles and one of jaspers close friend’s is the one and only Stefan, if I was to sit with them would Seth blow it out of proportion? “Alright class, with your partner take turns in reading pages 50-60 between you. you have ten minutes” Mrs. Ferguson instructed. The class falling into an instant chatter as everyone talked between themselv

Without my knowledge, the book slipped out of my hand and I looked down at the book like I'm facing the real ghost and the sentence read, "...eyes, pale skin human." I desperately need to find the missing 30 pages. Damn!! Those 30 pages could have everything about the Heil!!!! *

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.

LAMIA Ten minutes later, the four of us, I had grabbed Kira on the way, sat in my room. Mike and Kel were looking a little more than awkward. I assumed they thought we were going to have a “talk” about what happened Friday night. “Here,” I said and tossed the old leather book to Kellen who was propped on the end of my bed, “Turn to page 123. And read it out loud so everyone can hear.” He flipped the pages until he came to the right one and then began to read aloud the same passage I had read. There was an eerie silence in the room when he had finished until Mike broke it.

not images, videos or screen shots are to be taken out of this book unless authorised otherwise. Its atotal Lgbt relation and if you find yourself uncomfortable reading it. Then please just dismiss. Little erotic and little romance to it.

The pages fluttered as she flipped through carelessly. "That's mine." I stepped forward. Diane's grip tightened. "Is it? Funny, I don't see your name in it." Then the sound of tearing. One page came loose in her hand. I froze. "Stop that." "Stop what?" Another page tore. Then another. "You should be thanking me. This trash was giving you false hope anyway." The torn book hit the floor. I was still staring at the ruined book when Andre's car pulled into the driveway.