Imagine That Books Novels & Stories

Does it mean, the sender lives in the future and she knows what will actually happen next? The sender, is she my future self? Okay. Now it’s crazy. I wanna stop myself from thinking about it. My imaginative thinking has intruded my reality. I only believe in one reality. There is no such thing as a future self. Again, I can’t justify my thoughts, which is which. I don’t know what to believe. After the first class, I straightly walk to the library to study for the topic I less understand. I search for the book but something else caught my interest. The book about the parallel universe is waving at me. I stretch my hand to reach it but a taller guy already steals it fast.

I preferred my books to people, and my imaginations to reality. One evening, as I was casually returning back a stack of books to the shelves, my eyes scanning the names for their proper places, I noticed a man sitting in the far corner of the library. He was deeply focused on a large, ancient-looking book, his brow furrowed in concentration. I paused, looking at him curiously, and I found myself stealing glances at him, intrigued by his presence and level of concentration in my peaceful domain.

According to my father, these books were a gift from the Supreme Being to his grandchildren. In the pavilion of the Evermore temple, there is a gigantic and magical library, called "The Library of Destiny". That library contains thousands of books. These books are known as "Books of Destiny", since each Immortal that is born, a book lights up and omnisciently connects itself to this child's life thread. We study the reality of our destiny book since we're kids, we study about every single thing. The world, the races, the cultures, the kingdoms, the history of each place, the geography, and the science.

Hah“ ”Pfft. Why is my wife being so cute?“ ”Shut up, it wouldn't get me at all“ ”Let's go eat before the food gets cold“ *screen zooms at the very last page of the bool* A book is not just a piece of paper. It is a whole new world. A different dimension. A teacher that would show you things and teach you. A friend that would comfort you and save you. A vehicle that would bring you to a far far away land without even moving from where you are. Just like a journey filled with thousands of different car. Going to various of places that is very far.

The last stop was empty, lonely and forgotten, Edrien guided me through corridors, we passed through a door that looked damaged, broken but old, I had time in those conditions. Behind that door there were shelves, many shelves, full of books, it looked like a library or what was left of it. But everything was clean and tidy, I walked through the shelves and they seemed to have no end. Oh yes I had it. However, it was not the end of the booksellers but rather the beginning of many, thousands more shelves. “Is it abandoned?” I asked open-mouthed. “Ujum, all these books have been saved for years, waiting to be read… to be felt with the soul. Millions of worlds waiting to be discovered.”

My mother guided me through the aisles, her fingers lightly tracing the spines of the books as she shared her favorite stories with me. Each book held a different world within its pages, and as my mother opened them, the scenes came to life before our very eyes. We traveled through time, witnessing historical events, exploring distant lands, and delving into fantastical realms. I was captivated by the richness of the stories, the depth of the characters, and the boundless imagination that leapt off the pages. In this library of dreams, my mother and I shared laughter and tears, exchanging thoughts and ideas, and immersing ourselves in the beauty of storytelling. It was a sanctuary of knowled

Susan gave the woman a small smile and decided to show it to her. "Here, this is a projection from the insides of the public library of London." Susan waved a hand and created an illusion of the interior of a gigantic library. It showed hundreds of rows of bookshelves with hundreds of thousands of books in it, and hundreds of reading tables available with individual illumination in each table. Madam Pince looked at it with a shocked expression.

After completing the task, I pour myself another drink and head to the library to gather all the books that discuss prophecies. As I walk through the shelves of the library, I can feel the weight of the books in my hands. I scan the titles, searching for any that might hold the answers I seek. My eyes land on a thick, leather-bound tome with the word "Prophecies" etched in gold on the cover. I pull it from the shelf and flip through the pages, my heart racing with anticipation. As I read through the ancient texts, I begin to piece together the clues that will help me unravel the mystery of the prophecy. The words on the page seem to come alive, swirling and dancing before my eyes. I lose tra

I need him to spend time with me so I can crack all the holes in this house but aside from that, I did enjoy the book. "You lived it huh" "Yeah, I lived it." "Well, I am glad you lived and loved it." He said "You know you are right, people don’t just read books, they live it and when I was reading it, it felt like a movie in my head, the only difference is that it’s my imagination." "I told you, books are great." "I totally agree with you on that. Anyways you have something to do today?" "Not really, why?" He asked "I want you to recommend some more novels for me."

I say, hoping it helps. “We need to figure out which books to order. It’s pointless building it if it’s going to be empty,” Jax laughs. I nod in agreement, though most of her books seem to be pure smut based on the covers and her social media. I wouldn’t know for sure since I haven’t tried reading them.