Faded Page Novels & Stories

Faith swirl her eyes. "Please, Faith, I never ask you anything, but can you do this for me?" Marry said with ambitious eyes and Faith can't say no to that face. "Okay, I will," Faith gets down her regimes and nods. " I will show you when it is done," Faith said and Marry show her the way. She makes Faith know the way and instructions. " Now you are happy," Faith asks after writing and uploading the chapter. "Absolutely, so happy, you want yourself to be hidden so this is a way to go, " Marry was so happy and looking at the app again and 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.

*** Kari She sat outside of the old dock, the shipyard dilapidated and torn down. She needed to take pictures all over town and was grateful in the moment that her day would be spent with nothing but her camera. Angrily wiping at her tears, she flung them onto the wheel and dashboard in front of her. She didn't even know Jake. Why would his rejection hurt her so badly?

Feigning surprise, I said, "Oh, I actually forgot it was your birthday. What do you want? How about I just transfer you some money, and you can buy whatever gift you like?" Last year on my birthday, shortly after Jennifer had come back into our lives, Sebastian completely forgot about it. He'd said that Jennifer needed his help with something, and he'd be back soon. But by the time he returned, it was already past midnight—my birthday had come and gone. When he saw the cake on the table, he'd said casually, "Oh, it was your birthday? I forgot. Sorry about that, honey." The next day, I received a bank transfer notification—1,500 dollars from Sebastian. Along with it, came a message saying, "N

What wish would possibly fix this shit heap? “I – I wish that Rose was never born a Fallen.” I said, hoping I don’t regret this decision. “Hmm. Interesting choice. Very well.” Gabriel said before clapping dramatically. I felt my body free fall, and everything turned black.

At the top of the page were only two words. Forgive me. I searched for a name. There wasn't one, farther down the page... Another sentence. I couldn't save her. My breathing stopped. Her? Who? The little girl? Another Bridge? Someone whose name had been erased with the rest of history? I hurried to read the next line. Before I could... The ink trembled. Right before my eyes...the letters began fading. "No..." The words dissolved into the page like mist under morning sunlight. Ezekiel lunged beside me, already pulling charcoal and paper from his satchel.

Instead, he cremated them and scattered their ashes into the sea. After receiving the pig kidney transplant, Vivian's body began to reject it violently. She was forced to take large amounts of anti-rejection drugs every day. At the same time, Joel released all evidence of her plagiarism online, clearing my name completely. Her once-loyal fans, upon learning the truth, turned on her in fury. They harassed her relentlessly, threatening and attacking her daily until she no longer dared to leave her home. In the end, she ran out of medication and could not reach a hospital in time. Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot.

I hung up at once. Then I turned to my secretary, my voice calm. “Terminate every partnership with Pierce Group. Once the capital withdrawal is complete, redirect all funds to Langford Group.” The office fell quiet again. I turned back. Miles was still sitting on the sofa with his head down, fiddling over and over with the bandage I had just wrapped. I sighed. “How about I teach you a game?” Miles looked up. A thin mist clung to his eyes as he stared at me in confusion.

It lay slightly open, as though he had been reading it before he fell asleep. Something protruded from between the pages. Not a bookmark. Paper. Jessica frowned. She hesitated. Then carefully slid it free. It was an old photograph, Its edges had yellowed. One corner was bent. She turned it over. Nothing written on the back.Slowly, she looked at the front. The photograph had faded with age, but not enough to erase the life inside it. Dust clung to one corner. The edges were worn soft from being handled more than once.

A sharp snarl slipped through my teeth, my upper lip curling back in pure fury. “Marcy, you stupid girl, what did you do to my account?” I hissed, my voice rising in the quiet bedroom as I stared at the useless screen. I pulled up my standard web browser, my breath turning short and shallow. I manually typed in the direct domain for the human city side of the network, VanguardPress.com, and hit the enter button with a heavy tap. The main page did not load at all. The standard blue and white logo of the city’s largest media network was completely missing from the browser. There were no gossip columns anywhere, there was no photo of Raine holding a dirty mop at the greasy cafe, and there were