Novel & Cerita Front Pages Of A Book

When compared to the ones that come with it, that's a bit thin. She took it in her hands and glanced at it. "Perhaps I'll read this first," she thought to herself before settling into a chair on the bedside table. As soon as she opened the first page, she was immediately drawn to the subject matter. "Silver Wolf: The Beginning of a New Era." A tear appeared on one side of the page when she moved the page. No, all of the other pages is a messed. She returned to the opening page of the book, where she was greeted by the name of the book's author.

Smaller ones, thin like an old bible, yellowed with page break apart. Once there pages were successfully separated, I carefully put the knife down, not wanting to slice any pages or myself. The pages smelt like mould and looked ancient, they looked like they would be grimy to the touch but they felt like silk. The amount of small little pages were like a book of their own, how could this be hidden away for so long and no one notice it?

Most of them have only one picture on the page and are a quarter of the size of a regular book. "Shit." I say quietly. "I can't believe it still costs ten bucks for a book that only has six pages. I can get a two hundred page paperback at the grocery store for the same price." Tiffany smirks. "But does your two hundred page paperback have fur like this touchy-feely book with a tiger on the front?" "It has fur?" I grab it out of her hands and begin going through it, touching all the different pictures as I turn the pages.

"What the…" No way that could be real and not one fucking dream. Anyhow I turned my bleeding hand, somehow, the blood only went for the book and not fall on the ground. After awhile, a click from the buckles of the book jerked me off balance and I landed hard on the ground. The hissing sound as the book independently opened made my eyes grew larger. "Place your right palm on every blank page." Blank page? There was no blank page when the book pages began to flip back and forth on its own. But then, right there and then before my eyes, blank pages started appearing, sewing their pages against the spine.

I gulped down the lump in my throat, as I flipped the book page by page, checking out the images which getting scarier. After flipping like ten of the pages, I stopped abruptly as I sight something. 'History of vampires' was written boldly on one of the pages, and for some unknown reasons, I found myself getting curious about the previous images and the write-ups, and to clear my curiosity, I was forced to check the content of the book.

What book is that? Jai leaned over to the front and took the book from the cushion to examine it. It was light and a bit thin. There was a picture in the cover that looked like a forest, and a small boy was in the picture, picking some mushrooms. The title was written in artistic way, like a children book would.

My fingers hover before I click it open. The words flash across the screen: Next time, you’ll beg for it.

“Then we find the book that started it all…the first page…and we tear it apart.” The screams of the books grew louder as blood poured from their pages, flooding the library red. Amidst the chaos of whispers, a deep sound rose clearer than the others—the sound of a giant book opening. The shelves split apart, revealing a massive volume at the far end of the aisle that towered over Vincent and bled rivers from its spine. On its open page, words glimmered in fiery gold across the blood-soaked paper, in letters so large they filled the whole sheet but written in one sentence:

I opened the book and the first page made me confused and shocked at the same time. I saw the picture of a flower on the front page. "The Flower of Iris the Flower of Hope" that was written in the top of the picture. I cannot be mistaken. I know this flower or let me rephrase that I saw the picture of this flower before. What is the meaning of this?

They were etched in silver and gold, and they formed a mesmerizing tapestry of arcane symbols. The book felt like it held magic. It made her feel powerful even though she hadn't opened it yet. Thalia felt like she'd found a hidden treasure or something of the sort. The thought made her chuckle. She wasn't on the sea digging for any treasure, she just picked up a book at a restaurant. She studied the book for a while, both drawn, entranced, and worried at the same time. Thalia finally opened the front page. She had to squint to read what was written on the front page.