Hidden Pictures Book Review の小説・ストーリー

Geez, what are we going to do here? “What are you doing? You look stupid,” he said. Huh? I slowly opened my eyes and saw his face. His brow furrowed. But wait, what did he say? Me, stupid? I was about to retort, but he quickly turned away from me. So rude! But I was amazed when I saw the inside of the room. “Wow!” I exclaimed in amazement as I looked around. There were so many paintings! They were all beautiful. Who could they be? Why are they hidden here?

My eyes caught a beautiful book which has a dark blue cover with a silver coating over it. Picking it in my hands I tried to open it however it was locked. Trying my hairpin to unlock the lock I kissed victory as I opened it only to find out that it's not a book but an album of pictures. This is an album of a newborn small child, turning pages after pages I realised that it's a whole grown-up journey of someone who is looking familiar to me as I am turning pages and the guy's features turning familiar to me. I turned the page and in this set of pictures, he is looking thirteen years old teenager however his eyes are looking empty at some pictures and some sad or lonely or upset.

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

“I’d be doing a terrible job if I let everyone’s grubby fingers all over it. The magiks around it preserve the book but still allow it to be read.” “Amazing,” I said as she gently floated the book towards me. I lifted my hand as if to pull back the cover and the hazy purple shadows did it for me. I blinked in response. Magiks were still so new to me. The librarian clearly noticed. “Your family doesn’t use much high magiks, do they?” I shook my head. “Not while I was around, at least.” The librarian hummed. Then, she swiped her hand over the book. Instantly, all of the strange symbols and letters on the first page shifted and became plain English. I looked up at her and she smiled.

Bryson handed me the gift box with a smile. "I picked this out for you. See if you like it." Caught off guard, I looked at him. "A gift?" As soon as I lifted the lid, my eyes widened in disbelief. Inside was a white velvet gown, embroidered with intricate lace and adorned with countless tiny diamonds that sparkled in the sunlight. Unable to stop myself, I reached out to touch it. The fabric felt luxurious, and the craftsmanship was exquisite.

As I pulled down the last book, I nearly dropped it, and a picture fell out. Placing the book back on the shelf, I retrieved the photo. It was of a man around Dominic’s age, but the photo seemed older. Turning the picture over, I saw the name Mathew Parker. Flipping the photo over again, I looked at the man in the photo. For some reason, I felt a sense of familiarity as I looked at the worn picture. “Did you find anything?” Dominic asked from the desk. “Not really, just a photo of a man named Mathew Parker.” I shrugged and put the photo in my pocket, although I didn’t know why.

he responded, whipping his head around in my direction. "Okay, check them,” I ordered. I buried my face down and ran my eyes through the books, then I saw one that caught my attention. "Realms of the Shifting Shadows: Tales of Fantasy and Fur"’ was boldly written on the binding of the book. The book has intricate designs of werewolves under a glowing moon. I picked up the book and opened the first page, which had been aged. I couldn't tell how long this must have been here. The first page I opened was blank. This prompted me to open the second page; it was practically empty, just like the first. I continued opening until the fifth page because I was counting the number of pages as I flipped

The book was old and worn out with the faded red spine and the colorful cover. It was the only book on the shelf that wasn’t a self help book or a book about werewolves and it was ‘The Secret Garden’, I opened it and thumbed through the pages until I found what I was looking for. The picture was folded in squares and it was worn out from age and frequent use. Before opening it up, I could tell you exactly what was in the picture frame by frame because of the amount of times I have seen it.

I have no idea what I am looking for when I stop. Oddly out of the corner of my eye, I see a picture of two red-haired people looking at me from behind my parents in the picture. It is as if they are nested behind them. I look back quickly, and there is no one there. It is only my parents in the picture. I wonder what that means. Maybe I will meet them soon. Are they important to me somehow? I have no idea how my visions work.

I said to him and prepared myself to walk out of the room when he grabs my hand and then next thing I know was that he placed some photograph in my hands. "you would love to go through those photos, maybe you would be interested in speaking with me," He said and sat with his legs crossed while he watched me. " What do I have to do with these? Take back your pictures, I don't wish to see any of them, my dealing is with Rory," I said and threw the pictures to him. Maybe it is one of those tricks of his that he was trying to pull and I moved towards the door.