Impressions Book Novels & Stories

It was a dream about a set of people in a different world with different sets of rules. In Goodness’ dream, he claimed that he saw some people moving excitedly in an unfamiliar library at the centre of a small town. They were books with different covers: black, brown, yellow, pink and even blonde covers. The men and women all had long beards that extended to their jaw. The place was so weird with all sorts of weird customs and traditions and weird fruit bearing trees. The scent in the air was unpleasant like charred old newspapers. The sky was a worrisome grey, such as he had never seen before in his life. Some of the men carried historical books, screaming delightfully with open hearts as t

Watching the gooey slimy things slowly,dripping down my books , I hardly suppressed a groan . I couldn't believe it , fine , I can but it was starting of our final year. You might think that after tormenting me for continuous two years these people would finally get bored, find a new target and move on.

Hello everyone. I wanted to apologize for not updating for a long time again. My day job has been brutal along with taking care of my kids. And when I do get a few hours of free time to write at night, my Impostor syndrome prevents me from polishing what I've already written to be uploaded. It's so bad that even though you guys tell me you love the book and I'm earning, I'm still doubting myself :( Especially since my first book has been published on the app for a year now and it's still not as big as I dreamed it would be (lol dream big, right?)

“What I want to share is… bigger.” A few brows lift. Jenna leans forward. Good. I click to the first slide. A simple title: UNSPOKEN: A New Imprint by Reynolds Publishing. “My story isn’t unique,” I say. “What’s unique is that it was heard. My book gave people like me a voice. Women who’ve been hurt, silenced, scared out of their dreams. What I want to create is a space—no, a home—for those voices. Stories that are hard. Raw. Unpolished but powerful.”

Along with the letters over the first few pages, the scenario changed totally and instead of letters , the people started to appear inside the pages and they were just like living people. Grand Empress could see the characters walking and it was like the book was some kind of an LCD and the characters were playing on it like a movie. Thus, the need for her to read that heavenly book was no more felt as the story was unfolding slowly on its own. The book had become wet as if 2-3 water droplets were poured over the page, but in reality it was the tears of lady Melanie. The grand Empress got mesmerized over the magical nature of this huge book and recollecting her emotions, she started to watch

The knowledge contained within the book was unlike anything I had ever seen before, and I knew that it would change my life forever. When I made to hold the book, I noticed its intricate designs etched into the cover. The patterns were so detailed and precise, it was as if they had been carved by hand. I ran my fingers over the designs, feeling the grooves and ridges beneath my fingertips. The book felt ancient, as if it had been around for centuries.

he asked, placing the book on the table without closing it. As much as he seemed unimpressed with my questions, he was still in to give me answers. The way he dropped the book showed that he was giving me his full attention. “I just want to know what you think,” I said, hiding my satisfaction behind a neutral expression. “Linda’s work is unique. Her characters are constantly battling relatable social pressures, personal fears, and moral dilemmas. This makes my interaction with them more intense and meaningful.” Wow. Was it the way he talked or the things he said… maybe both. I was glued to his lips as they moved.

The library felt like a gift, and that was what made it dangerous. I moved slowly along the shelves, trailing my fingers across the spines of books. The contact sent a faint shiver through me, not pleasure exactly, but recognition. Something inside me loosened, not relief and not comfort, but a thin strand of control I had not realized was missing. The titles were familiar in tone if not in detail. Business. Finance. Strategy. Leadership. Negotiation. The kinds of books men like Jaden collected to justify their decisions after the fact, volumes that framed dominance as intelligence and conquest as foresight.

The discovery of the black book changed the mood of the expedition more effectively than any warning could have. Until that moment, the ruins had inspired a strange mixture of caution and excitement. Every new street promised answers. Every buried structure hinted at forgotten history. The book felt different. It sat at the center of the library like a challenge, silent and unmoving, yet impossible to ignore. Even those who had little interest in ancient records found themselves glancing toward it whenever conversation faltered.

she insisted. “That’s not how bookstores work,” Alex replied. “It is now.” Edith watched them, amused. “Young people,” she murmured. “Always rewriting the rules.” *** By late afternoon, the bookstore had transformed. Everything was in place. Neat. Warm. Inviting. Alex stepped back once more, taking it all in. “This… feels right,” he said. Amara nodded, standing beside him. “It does.” There was a brief silence between them. Not awkward.