Novel & Cerita Excerpts From A Book

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"And I think it was ripped out." I took the book from her, staring at it closely. It was a little hard to focus, standing this close to her. We hadn't been less than ten feet these passed few days. The soft scent of her lavender bath wash stirred my senses. Snap out of it, man. I inspected the book a little more carefully. She was right. The tiny part of the missing page left had frayed edges. "Yeah," I breathed. "Someone had taken it out on purpose."

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Nanny Rita said it contains some cute stuff from her high school days – a phase in her life that brought her so much trauma. She breathed deep before opening the bag. It contains old slum books and a diary with broken lock. She smirked thinking that her mother could have forced to open it. She must be disappointed to see nothing juicy about the things that she wrote there. Her younger life was boring and predictable until it wasn't. In fact, each page of her diary contains almost the same events. As she randomly went through each page, she noticed a paper inserted within its pages. She almost dropped the diary upon seeing that paper from way back. It's still obvious that it was once cru

The knowledge contained within the book was unlike anything I had ever seen before, and I knew that it would change my life forever. When I made to hold the book, I noticed its intricate designs etched into the cover. The patterns were so detailed and precise, it was as if they had been carved by hand. I ran my fingers over the designs, feeling the grooves and ridges beneath my fingertips. The book felt ancient, as if it had been around for centuries.

I haven’t got a chance to read that yet, I wanted to wait until after Axel and I spoke and than with everything that happened after we spoke, it’s just sat there. I walk over to the table and take my seat, the title in a faded gold colour getting my attention. This is a book which so many people are fighting to find, they will quite literally, kill for it! I place my hand on the front cover and pull the book open, the intense smell of the past filling my senses. The title page looking back at me, this whole event feeling so surreal. With a deep breath I turn the page, where I assumed chapter one would be looking right back at me, but it wasn’t. There was a little note from the author, which

Dear Readers, I would like to express my sincerest apologies for the delayed inclusion of this glossary in the book. As I reviewed the content, I realized the importance of having these terms and definitions available right from the start. They provide valuable context that can enhance your reading experience. Here, you will find a compilation of terms and their corresponding definitions that may prove useful as you journey through the pages of this book. However, please note that certain terms have been deliberately omitted from this glossary. This exclusion is intentional, as their inclusion would reveal crucial plot points and serve as spoilers. Rest assured, these terms will be explained

There's too much to talk about to try and fit it all into one week. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, snapping me from my depressing thoughts. The name flashing on my screen made my chest hurt. **Thank you for reading! I hope you're enjoying the book. Follow me on I*******m @rae.knight.author for contests, character decpictions, updates, and more.**

They wandered through the aisles, running their fingers along spines that held countless worlds within their pages. Emily's eyes sparkled with excitement as she plucked a weathered book from the shelf. "Liam, look at this," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "It's a collection of love letters from different eras. Each page holds the raw emotions of someone's heart."

One in particular caught her eye. Legends of the End Times. She raised an eyebrow. Okay. A little on the nose. Still, curiosity won. She pulled it from the shelf. The book snapped open as if it had been waiting for her, pages rattling violently in a still, stagnant air. Far too violently. Most were gone. Torn out. The remaining edges were clean, deliberate — like someone had chosen exactly what to leave behind. Only one page remained. Scrawled across it in uneven handwriting that wasn’t printed: