Faded Page Novels & Stories

Seems like this entire centre of the altar is marked. Standing up again, I go to the tome. The other wolves are investigating every nook and cranny. I check just to make sure, finding Malphas is busy looking through the tunnels that nobody has gone through. As he disappears into one, I open the tome. It's damaged by time, the first page unreadable as the ink on it has worn out. I flip through it, some pages torn, others are completely ruined by the insects that ate their way through. Turning page after page, I come to the last one that has something written. It's a surprise. The ink seems fresh, like someone had recently done this.

She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.

As I felt the medication work, I looked up at my reflection in the mirror, pale and haggard as a banshee, and the tears finally tipped over. The man I loved was so close, just a few steps away. I wanted to tell him that I was in pain, and that I almost couldn't hold on any longer. I wanted him to hold me, if only for a little while. But I couldn't do that now, nor could I do it anymore in the future. In my daze, I thought I heard his voice calling my name from outside the room, so soft it was almost unreal. "Melody…" A hallucination, I thought. The pain had finally made me lose my mind.

Hey guys, I want to thank everyone that was with me throughout the journey of this book and i appreciation you guys for supporting me even in my inconsistency. I want to use this medium to announce that Fallen Apart has finally come to an end. Yeah, it’s a bit heartbreaking to close the Chapter of Aria and Dave forever.

"Fine, you make the call. I'm old now. It's time for me to retire and enjoy life." A short while after the operation, Chester died. Harold and Linda hastily organized his funeral. That day, as I lay on the hospital bed, Ruby asked me, "Are you going to his funeral? I heard after what happened at the wedding, the Caldwells suffered a great blow. There was a massive reshuffle in Caldwell Group, and the management now consists only of those Whitney trusts. "It's Chester's funeral today. I heard only a few attended… When one's no longer in power, people no longer care. It's quite a pitiful sight."

Jasmine forced herself to calm down, tears streaming down her face on command. "You've misunderstood, Shawn! I accidentally knocked the tube away, and I didn't have the chance to put it back before you came in!" Shawn sneered at her paltry defence, telling the bodyguard standing behind him to walk over with a laptop. He told Jasmine to look at the footage before continuing to say anything. With just a glance, Jasmine went pale. Taking a closer look, I realized that it was the footage of Aster being kicked out of the hospital ward one day earlier. I watched the replay of my young son crawling inch by inch towards the stairwell, the heartbreaking footage making me wish I could lose consciousne

In order to see the aurora with Alexander, I began planning a year in advance. Alexander and my adopted sister had already left me behind and gone to the destination ahead of time. When I arrived, no one answered the phone. I waited for ten hours before he finally returned my call. On the phone, Evelyn laughed excitedly, "Diana! I've already explored this entire city. Alex is so mature and charming—he planned everything in advance. I'm having such a wonderful time!" She chattered away, sharing her experiences, while Alexander occasionally play along to add details. The two of them had spent the holiday blissfully together like a pair of lovebirds. It was as if neither of them had noticed o

A single tear slipped from the corner of my eye and fell onto the withered petals. In the end, Julia and I had nothing left but a love that bloomed too briefly and faded too soon. The End.

“What?” Lila asked. He held up the metal fastener running through the papers. “There are gaps.” Vanessa leaned closer. “What do you mean?” “See these marks?” He pointed to tiny tears near the punched holes. “Someone removed pages.” Silence. Vanessa immediately checked the file index. Her eyes widened. “He’s right.” “There should be forty-three pages.” She counted the papers. “Thirty-eight.” Five pages were missing. Lila’s pulse quickened. “What kind of pages?”

At first I blamed stress. Then exhaustion. Now I wasn't so sure. I stepped closer to the screen. More text began scrolling. Most of it appeared corrupted. Entire sections dissolved into static. Others flashed too quickly to read. Yet certain fragments remained visible. SELECTION CYCLE... TRANSFER FAILURE... MEMORY INSTABILITY... CANDIDATE RETENTION... The words disappeared before I could process them completely. The screen went dark. Silence returned. A heavy silence. The kind that seemed to absorb sound rather than merely exist without it.