Holds Book Open Novels & Stories

In this rare moment of peace, I’ve chosen a book, turned off the lights, and let the muted light from the cloudy sky illuminate the pages. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I glance down at the book on my lap. My finger traces the letters that read ′Book of Law’—this year’s edition. I’ve learned that a new one is printed annually, and Efrem possesses a copy of every single one, dating back to the very first one.

It would do you a lot of good. What was an open relationship? I had no idea. But I listened to him. He wanted me to explore myself, so I did. That was how I met Morgan McLeary at a bar. He had accidentally smashed a bottle of red wine worth 8,800 dollars, and the manager refused to let him leave. He wore a collared shirt that had been bleached and washed so many times it had almost lost its color. An old bag with fraying seams hung from his shoulder.

But that wasn't what got my attention. Right at the center of the mess was something glittery and thick— It looked really important. Brielle wasn't one to own books and keep them around; they weren't important. At this point, I could hear the ringing of my work heartbeat in my ears as I closed my eyes briefly. No, I shouldn’t. I knew I shouldn’t. But it was already open. The book was already open. And I was already in front of it before I could stop myself. I picked it up and narrowed my eyes when I realized that the page it was open on had fresh ink together with today's date.

The impact made me flinch. “I want you to study that for as long as you are here,” he said calmly. I looked down at the book in my hands. It was old, its cover plain and worn. Slowly, I opened it then frowned. The pages were blank. Every single one. I flipped through them again, my confusion deepening. “I can’t find anything in it,” I said cautiously, glancing up at him before looking back at the empty pages. “There’s nothing written here.” “That’s because you opened the wrong page,” he replied, unfazed.

Could this book be important, kept here? As he tries touching the box, it opens up, there it goes, and I guess I just had to touch it. He reaches for the book taking it out. The covers are dark and old with no writing on them. Should I open it or put it back? After a thought or two, he decides to open it. He can’t believe what he sees. It’s his name written on the first page. Wow what a coincidence, He really has had a day full of surprises. He’s about to open the next leave when he gets the Samsung ringtone, his phone is ringing, looking at the screen, its Gilbert calling. He picks

I chose not to respond to Eliz discussing it. My eyes are drawn to a book that is located at the end of the shelf. There was only a candle as lighting for the bookshelf. "Eliz? Why is this shelf different from other shelves? "I asked. Eliz then whispered very carefully, "This is an unreadable book. I mean, it's still difficult to understand. You will not be able to open this book. It only chooses hands that have a certain energy," eliz explained.

Zachary was still asleep beside me; his profile was so finely sculpted that it was difficult to look away. Nevertheless, I forced myself to rise, wash, and dress. Just as I was about to leave the room, my eyes happened to catch the small box left unopened the day before. A faint, uneasy curiosity rose within me. I wondered what sort of riding crop Zachary had specially commissioned. To my astonishment, when I carefully opened the little box, I found an exquisitely crafted jeweled hairpin lying within, its gemstones sparkling brilliantly. My heart lurched. I had misunderstood Zachary all along. The box never contained the ill-intentioned riding crop I had imagined.

He was here for me. When we finally settled down into our usual circle, Linda Lively's book was opened, I noticed the way Kael handled his copy. Like it was something worth respecting, worth holding carefully. It made me smile. “Kael,” April said suddenly, her grin mischievous, “why don’t you read for us?” I half expected him to decline. To smirk and shake his head like reading aloud was beneath him. But instead, he nodded. Took the book and cleared his throat.

The librarian, a wise old man with spectacles perched on his nose, had greeted them warmly and invited them to explore the dusty shelves filled with ancient tomes. As Scarlett's fingers grazed the spines of the books, a particular leather-bound volume caught her eye. Its title, "The Prophecy of the Shifting Stars," called to her with an inexplicable pull. She plucked it from the shelf and dusted off its cover, revealing faded golden letters etched into the leather. Curiosity burned within Scarlett. She opened the book and began to read aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. The words flowed like poetry from her lips, resonating deeply within her soul.

"I need you to open your eyes then. You don't have to look at me, just open your eyes." ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform