Faded Page Novels & Stories

First I search up Valtor. At first all that comes up is I*******m names and some sliding phone case thing. I go to the second page, third page, fourth page, fifth page, finally on the eighteenth page, I see a headline that says "Valtor, the red masked killer." I click on that, and it's an empty page, or so I thought at first. I stared at the page forever, looking at every little detail of the completely blank white page. In the very corner of the bottom left side. There's a teeny tiny spot where it's not white; if you weren't zoomed all the way up and staring deeply at it, you wouldn't notice it, but I do. I move the mouse over and click onto the teeny tiny cream-colored dot, immediately the

I close the page, return back there again and retry, end up on nothing again. I spin it fifteen more times with no luck. It is either rigged or I just have no luck. Sighing, I drop the phone, hoping both of them are safe.

It was obvious that Liam was behind these rumors. I didn't stop them. Instead, I shut down a few of the worst offending media accounts because I knew his company was about to collapse anyway. Without surprise, the rumors gradually died down. Soon, news broke that Liam's company was bankrupt. I had already noticed earlier that there were massive loopholes in his financial reports and that his cash flow was bound to collapse sooner or later. It looked like someone had sabotaged him, though he seemed completely oblivious. … One morning, I pushed open the door, only to find Liam begging outside my gates. He looked worn out and gaunt, and surprisingly, he lowered his head when he saw me.

A few minutes later, Joachim came out of the manor. Scarlett looked at him silently. Suddenly, she raised her hand, showing him the bracelet around her wrist. "You personally made this bracelet for me. But I just realized that the colors have already faded away. "Joachim, tell me, do you think your love for me will also fade away?" "Definitely not!" Joachim answered at once. His eyes were sincere as he held Scarlett's hand in his and kissed the back of it as wholeheartedly as he could. "My love for you will only grow day by day."

Everyone in high society whispered that Tristan Webster kept a tame, submissive trophy girlfriend on his arm. That image shattered at a yacht party when a newcomer pointed at me and asked the room, "Wait, isn't she the legendary woman who slept with Tristan's best friends in one night just to get back at him for cheating?" The room fell dead silent. Tristan's childhood friends sat around the poker table, their expressions unreadable. Tristan, however, simply swirled the wine in his glass and lounged against the leather sofa before casually beckoning me over. "Come here." I walked over without a word and lit his cigarette for him. "Sorry, she caused such a scene back then," he said smoo

Now Elijah in the name of fear. Not wanting to see myself anymore, I turned away from the mirror and began undressing. My own reflection has started causing my anxiety. Opening the shower head, I stepped into the water. My eyes shut in bliss, a contained sigh escapes my dry lips. The lukewarm spray hit my body, helping ease my sore body. *********** Six days had passed. My ribs were still sore but no longer painful as before. The bruises looked better but it would take a few more days, if not a week, for discoloration to fade away fully and attain my normal skin color.

“ Charlatan.” The existence of a being that was neither human nor non-human, it just existed. As an empty shell with nothing but evil…after this the page was torn, Levy traced the uneven page that was torn into half and then carefully read the information that was written on the top of the page. “ Charlatan was it?” She placed her cheek on her clenched fingers and then traced the old ink that was fading on the pages. Was this page torn by her mother? The information did look like it was very dark magic but at the same time if she wanted to tear the page she could have torn it more carefully, why was it that she only tore half of it and then left the other half?

"Meaning if anyone asks, I belong to you." "Meaning if anyone moves against you, they answer to us." I look at the card in my hand. I look at the body on the floor. I think about Kai this morning, sitting at the small table in our room at the Halverson building, eating his breakfast with the careful concentration of a child who has been told to take his time with everything because rushing makes his symptoms worse. His fingernails flashed silver three times while I watched him eat. Three times in twenty minutes. Two months ago it was once a day. The Fade is accelerating.

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Silas’s Point of View “This is amazing!” I exclaimed after reading the passage from the journal. “Where is the rest of it?” “I am still trying to process the additional pages” Doctor Schmidt answered “I know the next two pages are too badly faded for our current technology, I couldn’t pull anything from them of any meaning. I thought you were both probably getting anxious, so I wanted to share what I had so far.” “Extraordinary, thank you!” Gregory grabbed his shoulder giving it a friendly squeeze.