How Many Pages In A Novels & Stories

" Well write a 3 pages apology letter. And announce it in front of all the students on Monday Morning. I will arrange all the students in the gym and you have to apologize to me in front of all students here." " 3 pages ?" The curly hair complaining. " Ow I change my mind 5 pages back to back, try to speak up I'll make it ten pages." I said. I stood up preparing to leave. I stepped proceeding to those shits. And said, " Now who's acting." I said silently.

‘What does it want to show me now this time? I don’t know what I should see now with these things, but I am looking forward to it. On the screens, I saw the scenes that happened over the course of around six months. Time sure flies quickly. Many things happened already and here I am, still stuck in the first page of the novel. On one of the screens, I saw the last scene I was in. Seeing it now with my own eyes, I seemed to have been surrounded by something black. Is that a smoke?

It all looked very interesting. I turned a few more pages. "How far are you with translating?" I asked him, while still running my fingers on the words that continued to give me a funny feeling. I turned to the next page and my breath hitched. "I'm on the 74th page." He answered and I looked down at the page number I was on. Page 501. He still had a long way to go. My face flushed and I couldn't get my eyes off the beast I was staring at. The book had no images with colour, but I could already imagine the creature with bright glowing green eyes.

Oh, can there be anything more exhilarating than bullying someone's subordinate? 'You will buy pages? Again?' She raises her perfectly shaped eyebrows in disappointment. Her composure changes and her shoulder falls. Maybe she was expecting another reply but I have none of it. 'Yes.' I nod, suddenly out of breath. I have been buying tons of pages every week—around eleven. I can only afford that much. Pages are extremely expensive in Duong, especially after the launch of those sleek devices with flat touch screens and an accompanying pencil with changeable nibs-they call them tablets.

"There has to be more." Detective Cruz nodded. "There is." Everyone looked at her. "The journal originally contained sixty-two pages." Aya froze. "I've only seen twenty-seven." "Exactly." The detective's expression darkened. "Thirty-five pages are still missing." The room fell silent. Richard slowly stood. "Who removed them?" Detective Cruz answered without hesitation. "The same person who's been following Aya." — A loud crash echoed somewhere upstairs. Everyone jumped. One of the officers spoke into his radio.

More gems=more chapters. . TBC

It was written in old cursive writing and archaic language, so I had a hard time going through it. But I could understand how the chapters were separated. A story only had around three to four pages that ended without a proper ending. And there were around a hundred stories written along with images. I trailed my fingers on the pages of it while trying to imagine how it might've looked when it was newly written. The pages felt like tissues, and all the ends were bent in every way.

One, matches the color of the moon. I carefully open it and immediately note how frail the pages are, it's clearly old. A burst of impatience seems to rip through me and I bring up the bulk of the book’s pages and flick to the end. I stop with about a quarter of the book left, since it isn’t completely filled out. There’s a list of names, going back hundreds of years.

I had just finished journal 3 when I stopped. “What am I doing?” I whispered and dropped the journal, “No, no, no. Please no. Stop.” I dropped to my knees and started to collect all the pages. In a frantic hurry, I picked up each page as if they were about to fade away. Pages had landed everywhere. On the bed, behind the cupboard, under the tables, even in the bathroom. I picked up 575 pages. Each journal was a book of 192 pages… which meant one page was missing.

and I showed him the book I am holding. “Is that your story, right?” Syrel asked and she gets the book away from me. “What the heck. There is nothing inside” she reacted when she saw the content of the book. “It’s just a sample handbound of my story. Besides, where are calculating how we can put all of it in just one book. Look at it, it’s thick because it has 500+ pages” I explained to her. “So don’t expect that it has contents now because it’s just a sample” I added.