Find In Book Novels & Stories

This is all too much for me! April continued. “Then things obviously got worse when we found Bobby…” “Wait! Bobby!” I replayed those words in my mind again. ‘When we found Bobby’. So that bit was true! I looked down and examined my dress more closely. Sure enough, I could see faint blood spots. The recognition of the past 24 hours all started to piece together. I hoped it was all a messed-up dream, but April smacked me back to reality with an almighty bitch slap.

No way he was talking about- "You asked me to find you." The room shifted almost as if it was just two of us ,every sound inside the bookstore faded into the background. My mouth went dry. Because buried somewhere in chapter twenty-three of Sensational Devotion was a line I'd written at three in the morning. A line nobody was supposed to take seriously. A line spoken by a heroine waiting for a man she couldn't forget. "Find me." My heartbeat slammed against my ribs. His head tilted, eyes never leaving mine.As if he already seen the realization forming,like he'd known exactly which book to bring.

“Would you mind helping me find a book? It's related to the one I'm reading. Search through the Science section and look for a red book. The title is ‘Lost in the Galaxy’.” “Of course, your highness.” I walked down the red carpet and browsed through the shelves to find what he was looking for. Thankfully, it was categorized so it did not take long for me to find the Science section. I repeated the title in my head while browsing through the titles, squinting my eyes so I could see better. “There,”I muttered but my shoulders sank because the book was too high for me to reach. I tiptoed and peeped through the gap to see that Kraven was immense with the book he's reading. I bit my lip and looke

I didn't want to turn into a nutcase of Stockholm Syndrome. Shooting up to my feet, I veered to the history section of the library. If some beast like Jaxon said really existed out here, then there should be records of it or at least records of rumors. My hand rose, the tip of my index tracing the spines of the books as I passed them. Three shelves down, and I still couldn't find anything that could spark some interest in me. Leaning against the shelf behind me, I sighed when something caught my eyes on the top row. A single book lied there, cursive golden letters danced on its black leather spine.

Five Minutes Later “I found it.” Levi, Kenji, and I all say at once. We look at each other with confusion on our faces. How could we all have found the book on forbidden magic? We make our way over to one of them empty tables positioned in the middle of the room, each placing the book we found on the table. Each book titled Forbidden Magic of… one book is of the Fae, and the other two are of the Gods. This might not be as easy as I thought, though still much easier than we first expected when we came in here and saw all the books.

The bookshelves seemed a logical place to search next. She crossed the room, her eyes scanning the titles as she moved, looking for anything that might seem out of place. Flora reached for a thick, dusty book on the middle shelf, pulling it down and flipping through its pages. She felt for anything hidden between them, but there was nothing but yellowing paper and the faint smell of old parchment. She replaced the book and tried another, then another, but still found nothing. She was about to give up when her fingers brushed against something hard tucked behind a row of books on the top shelf. Her heart leaped, and she pulled the books aside to reveal a small wooden box, its surface smooth a

“What are you looking for?” “None of your business.” “Faye,” he stays sternly. I sigh through my nose. “I’m looking for a book. On potions.” So far, no matter how much I dig around this place, there is a severe lack of legitimate potions. When I think I found the one I’m looking for, it’s just apart of some kind of folklore. It’s gotten to the point where I’m either going to pull my hair out, or Cal’s. Somehow the latter seems more appealing.

My words trailed at the realization that I had forgotten the name of the book. Damn! If they had just written the damn thing in English it would've been easier to recall. “Do you remember the title?” She asked politely. “Not really,” I responded. She said, “Well, do you remember anything that might help us find the book?” “I think so.” I said, “It has symbols and pictures; it's not written in the English language.” I described it as best as I could. She nodded and continued, “Your description matches a hieroglyphic book. Shouldn't be hard to find.” She moved to another aisle and I followed behind.

One witch who searched the room came back with a book she’d found hidden in a dark corner. “What do you have?” Bethany’s attention riveted onto the book in the witch’s hands. Then she moved in to see the book up close and in person. Her eyes scanned the open book. Bethany’s eyes then scanned the room, zeroing in on the objects she’d left behind to confirm this wasn’t a false clue.

Each flutter of paper carried the weight of centuries-old knowledge, as if the very essence of the curse lingered within the inked imprints. Page after page slipped through her fingers, time standing still in the midst of our shared quest for answers. The rustle of parchment echoed like a whisper in the dimly lit space, punctuating the silence that enveloped us. And then, as if guided by an invisible hand, Lucy's searching eyes found the middle of the book, the coveted chapter that held the potential to unveil the secrets I so desperately sought.