Icebreakers Book Pages Novels & Stories

LAMIA Ten minutes later, the four of us, I had grabbed Kira on the way, sat in my room. Mike and Kel were looking a little more than awkward. I assumed they thought we were going to have a “talk” about what happened Friday night. “Here,” I said and tossed the old leather book to Kellen who was propped on the end of my bed, “Turn to page 123. And read it out loud so everyone can hear.” He flipped the pages until he came to the right one and then began to read aloud the same passage I had read. There was an eerie silence in the room when he had finished until Mike broke it.

Their expression was calm but tinged with urgency. “You’ve come far,” the stranger said, their voice layered with echoes that reverberated through the very fabric of the room. “But your journey is far from over.” “I’m tired of riddles,” Jessica shot back, her voice rising slightly. “Tell me what I need to do.” The stranger tilted their head slightly, as though considering the question. “Do? There’s nothing left to do. Only to decide.” Before she could respond, the books began to fall from the shelves, each landing open at her feet. Pages flipped rapidly, revealing fragments of lives lived and lost, choices made and undone. Some showed moments of triumph; others depicted failures so profound

I turn on the torch and flip the book to where I stop, which is page eighty-nine, and I continue from where I stop. Why do bad things happen to good people? I ask myself, as I flip open the next page, which is now page 124. The book gets dreadful and as much as I hate suspense; I have to read my way through and I am almost out of the woods with the suspense when I hear a knock on my door.

A book suddenly appeared on ivory’s hand it looked old but it was surprisingly in good shape. ‘What is this?’ ivory asked curiously. ‘It’s a technique book’. Ivory eyes lit up and she opened it, on its first page the title was written it was called Ice fist. The book contained images and writings. It involved enveloping your hands with ice such that, the ice looked like gloves. It had the ability to freeze and shatter anything punched and it could even harm those who were just a phase higher than the user. Ivory quickly sat down and immersed herself in the book. Anita finally lifted her head and smiled when she saw ivory reading. Anita suddenly looked up in worry but she wasn’t looking at wh

Phil looked at his collection again and noticed the book of dreams, he was suddenly struck with curiosity and wanted to know more about the secrets of the book. Phil laid on his bead and re-read the book once again until he noticed that some pages were glued together, he raised his brows as he tried to separate the two pieces of paper to no avail. Phil headed downstairs with the book in hand as he searched for tools to separate the glued pages of the book, at first he wanted to use a razor but Phil thought that he may damage the page instead, he fell into a dilemma as he wanted to separate the pages without greatly damaging it.

I place the crackers on the table just inside the door as I make my way over to the desk. A large book is open on top of the papers. I turn the book around so I can see what is written on the pages. At the top of the page there is a picture of a large Silver Wolf. Tracing my fingers delicately over the image of the wolf, my heart begins to race. River pushes forward to look at the pages with me. The words on the page are handwritten and some of the writing is beginning to fade.

* * * He did do as he promised. He escorted me to the library. Him with Evans were discussing while I flipped the pages of the magic book. I acted like I wasn't interested in whatever they were talking about, but my ears were actually listening to their discussion. I didn't realize I've been flipping through the pages over and over again and this is the third time, I'd say. " You can just turn to page eighty three, that's where it is." Evans said.

said Doom, smiling from ear to ear. This was the first time I adored his smile. He looks so pleasing to watch, and seeing him getting excited was contagious. "We will only open one chapter; we have things to do today. Choose a specific scene, and tell me the page." He passed me the book, and it was halfway through the end. It was in Chapter 23. "Hold the book and close your eyes. In a snap of a finger, we will arrive at the exact scene you picked." "Okay,"

Almost like there were two pages stuck together, I try to pull them apart with my fingers but I was worried about ripping the page and having to pay to replace the book in the library. Putting the book down I go to the kitchen to grab a sharp knife, wishing that I had one of those fancy letter openers that I have seen in old movies. Returning back to the desk I gently shimmy the tip of the blade between the pages, once the tip is in I slowly slide the rest of the blade in. I hear the pages begin to break apart, thankful that the actual pages didn’t rip, then I see more pages than expected between them. Smaller ones, thin like an old bible, yellowed with page break apart.

Until she got to the page... Only it wasn’t there. Yeap, it was literally blank. Ariel had gotten to the five hundred and thirty-seventh page, and she had flipped it a tad too fast, eager to get to her desired number, but there was nothing there. And so was the other page number that followed it. “W-what the…” Ariel stuttered, trying to describe what she was feeling. Was it disappointment or anger? She peeped closer into the book, looking for any signs, and on close inspection, she could see that the pages had been carefully ripped off so as not to make it obvious.