Icebreakers Book Pages Novels & Stories

As I proceeded toward the middle, the paragraphs became shorter and fewer until I came across a ripped page. “What's this?” I asked. Steven turned to the book and replied, “Hmm, probably something he didn't want anyone to see.” As I stared at the missing page curiously, a memory flashed through my mind. “Find the secrets of the missing page in the perforations of the brick wall." Margret's voice sounded in my head. My eyes widened. I was in shock as it dawned on me that I was meant to be here all along. My running into Evelyn at the passage with the plumbers, everyone getting sick, and Steven bringing me here—it was all part of the story.

“See? I told you. I can’t. This isn’t for me.” “Try again,” Di urged, voice trembling but steady with faith. “Just once more.” I swallowed hard. Fine. One more time. I pressed my palms against the cover and let my mind sink into the silence, into my own pulse. I pictured hinges groaning, pages fluttering. The book shuddered. Heat flared beneath my hands. My eyes flew open. It opened. Pages ripped themselves free, fluttering until one stopped in the center. The world held its breath. My chest hammered so loud I thought the lantern would shatter; the letters on the page pulsed under my palms like a second heartbeat:

(Jette came near the phone and answered the call) “Hello, Ma’am, how may I help you?” asked Jette. “Please find the first rule in the middle of the book,” said the woman on the other line. “Hello, what do you mean?” asked Jette. (Busy phone sound starts) *** At home, when she arrived, she counted all the pages, the book contains 500 pages. She divided it by two, she carefully turns every page. When she reaches page 250, she found a little envelope, and she opened it, Jette opened the small paper inside, and she reads it…

finishing the book Jessica had finally placed everything together, she was someone’s mate. That was why this was happening to her, that is why she was here. Jess didn’t know if the person who had gotten this book read through it yet, since there was only two pages who had seem to have sticky notes on them with penciled in remarks, but the one thing she did know is that if they didn’t know of the secret of a human mate, she had to make sure they would never find out. Jessica hurriedly took the book and ripped out all the pages that had to do with humans, she gathered all the lose page and held it over the flame, but she paused before throwing it in. She knew that she came her due to some boa

The first pages of the book were typically a story of my mother's childhood, teenage life and all that, nothing worth reading. But as I went further, my eyes caught a text written in bold letters. “The one to mend the bridge between two worlds.” “What does that even mean?” I scoffed, reading further. After about ten minutes of glancing through each page aimlessly, I was fed up. “This is trash,” I muttered, closing the book. “Waste of my precious time,” I added, my face twisted in a frown. But just before I dropped the book, a little paper fell from it, landing on my thighs.

*** Caspian’s POV *** I winced as I heard a bottle shatter in the kitchen. Standing up from my lean, I looked out through the glass door. Shaking my head, I slipped the parchment paper in between the pages of the book I was currently translating. Walking around my desk, I opened up the door, the seal breaking as the door opened.

ELINNA Lawrence and I stared at each other after that, not knowing what else to do. “I'm guessing that the page is torn out because there is something there we shouldn't know.” Yeah, he got that right. I tried to think back to whether I had read that page when I initially got the book but I couldn't remember anything I had even initially read, with everything that had happened. What were we going to do now? “Thinking about it, why can't we just ask Ice?”

The book is massive, easily over two thousand pages, the weight of it pulling at my arms. Of course it’s this complicated. I bite back my frustration, reminding myself that this might be the only chance I have to get answers. I carry the book to an alcove, the leather seat creaking as I lower myself into it. The book lands on the desk with a soft thud, dust rising around it in a lazy cloud. The first page is brittle, the ink faded, but I manage to make out the opening line as I try carefully not to tear the paper:

Maybe something could help. Then she took drastic steps after realizing something. She searched for a book and finally found what it was that she was looking for. It was an old dusty huge book. She blew air on it and waved her hand to dispense the dust. She opened the book and on the front page was written, "THE WAY OF THE LOST." She nodded hopefully, "This should do the trick." She sat on the floor and started going through the huge book of guidance.

I held up my hand and closed my eyes again. “I don’t know.” I pictured what I would need to make this work. I felt a soft push, and the book was back into my hands, opened to a page. I looked down and froze. “What’s this?” “Your book?” Toya sounded confused. “No, the page.” I pointed to it, but Toya shrugged. “That’s the page I was on when you jumped up.” She looked down at the book and laughed. “It’s a rock again, so I can’t see the page I was on.”