Isolated Book Novels & Stories

I’d recognize Noah’s gentle footsteps anywhere. His persistence amused me. He’d never give up on anything which included me. I walked to the normally isolated section towards the back. There were no chairs here, only long aisles of books on History and Politics. The sweet odor of old books with notes of vanilla flowers and almonds wafted through my nose. It somehow calmed my disoriented mind that wanted a piece of anyone who dared stumble in my path. “Noah, I told you earlier. I am no mood to talk.”

Then I’d be in trouble. I couldn’t risk that. Not when I still needed to convince them to let Arlo go. So, with a quiet sigh, I stepped back from the shelves and turned toward the door, ready to leave the hidden chamber behind and content myself with the books I had already gathered. For now. But something caught my eye. On the topmost shelf of the opposite wall, a single book sat alone. Thick, ancient, its cover worn but still intact. And unlike the others, it wasn’t locked behind glass.

She was definitely ready for this date! ~•~ Meanwhile, Isabella had left the school premises before she brought out the strange book she had taken... well, stolen from the library. With so much curiosity, she flipped the front cover open... but there was nothing. Just a blank black page just like the front cover. And so was the second. And third. And fourth. And fifth! She turned the book to open it from the back. The same thing! What in heavens' name is going on? Strangely, she had the urge to check the middle of the book, but how was she to know the middle when there were no numbered pages! She sighed and decided to just open randomly.

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She just squeezed my shoulder gently then left me to clean up my notes and books. The library was silent and still having been emptied of the few customers it had during the day. I liked this time of day normally; using it to get my thoughts together and go over what I had learned. However, right now, it was eerie, and I felt like I was being watched. I kept looking around trying, to pinpoint the source of my misgivings. However, I couldn't see anyone or anything that would cause the hairs on my body to raise. As per the norm with small towns like this one, even the librarian seemed to have gone home confident that I would lock up behind myself.

Eventually Elowen stopped before a small wooden table. One book rested upon it. Unlike the others, this one looked unfinished. Blank cover. Silver binding. No title. The library seemed quieter here. Waiting. Elowen touched the book gently. Then looked at us. "This one is special." Dangerous sentence. Hope immediately moved closer. Naturally. "What is it?" Elowen smiled. "A story still being written." Silence. The floating lanterns drifted overhead. Soft golden light danced across the blank cover. The book shimmered faintly.

Every step she took echoed in the vast emptiness, each sound a reminder that she was now an outsider in a world that was not meant for her. In a quiet corner of the mansion, she discovered a small library. The room was filled with leather-bound books and ancient manuscripts, the air redolent with the scent of aged paper and secrets long kept. For a moment, Isabella allowed herself to be distracted by the beauty of the collection. She ran her fingers along the spines of the books, each title a silent witness to histories and dreams that had been captured within these walls. Here, at least, she could lose herself in thoughts that were not weighed down by the crushing reality of her marriage.

Joy smiled, as she finished her brief summary of the book. "Wow. I am speechless. What later happened? Did he give in or disciplined himself?" Kevin and Rachael simply looked on as the two were speaking. "It is left for you to find out. The title of the book is WEIRD FEELING BY PROF ISRAEL. Do search it up on G****e, so as to know which app you can easily read it from. I am eagerly waiting for the part 2 of that book," Joy stated, as Andrew nodded.

I sleep here, wake up here, go back to the book i am reading here. I'll end my second day in isolation here, with this book open in front of me and my legs propped up. I've barely finished the second and the two day break is almost over. More than that is the fact that they're all disturbing the hell out of me and making me waste even more of my time telling them I'm not coming out. Even if the Lycan king himself came to the door, I would not open it. "Adelaide! Open the door!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean" She looked up, a small smile on her lips. "It is all right. I understand what you meant. And this is certainly an interesting book. This woman finds herself stranded on an island after her ship breaks apart on the rocks. She swims to shore but is utterly alone until she spies a figure on a distant hill" "Aw You found out my secret." He recognized the book. It was called Lady Isabelle and the Lord of the Dark Isle. It was one of L. R. Gloucester's works, a rather torrid Gothic novel.