Jacob Elordi Book Pocket Novels & Stories

"I got a book… an old lady gave it to me. She didn’t look old, not really. Just… strange. Like she knew me." Lucien's eyes narrowed slightly, his attention fully fixed on her. "She handed me the book and then… she disappeared. Just like that. No explanation. Nothing." Elara swallowed. "I thought it was weird, but I still took it." Her hands trembled faintly as she spoke, the memory still too vivid. "The cover said… The Legend Alpha Prince," she said quietly. "And when I touched it… it started glowing." A ripple of tension moved across the room.

“I didn’t answer.” Roland nodded once. “Good.” Elena looked up at him, exhausted and steady all at once. “It’s learning.” “Yes,” Roland said. “But so are you.” *** That night, far beyond Eldermoon’s wards, Peter opened a book that had not responded to him in years. He frowned faintly as the page shivered beneath his fingers—not opening, not sealing. Just…acknowledging. “How interesting,” he murmured. He closed the book gently, smiling to himself. “She’s learning how to be quiet.”

Even though it's a boring thing for humans. Jacob, the polar man. That's his nickname, not much different from Raymond. Both are cold but have different nicknames. Not in the room or public places, Jacob is always seen reading a book. Not just novels or fantasy stories, of course. Iacob is an avid reader of both fiction and non-fiction books. At school, Jacob spent all his time in the library and was nicknamed the bookworm by his two brothers. "Good morning, sir," Amelie said as she arrived at the dining room table. Amelie smiled kindly as she set down the omelet she had made.

I nod my head once, allowing Elijah to accept the request. "Bring the Tome out….". (Elijah) Elijah said with an annoying tone. "Thank you!..thank you!! wait a minute...Here it is!!..".(Grimm Poppy Edward) Grimm poppy Edward rushes back inside the room behind the counter and comes back with a thick book with a hard leather cover. The book looks extremely old, kinda looks like a grimoire. "Elijah, just translate 20 pages of that book…we don't have time…also as payments, all this book..are free, and also take 3 gold coins from him....".

I mumbled with a full mouth. "There's extra in there. Let's keep moving." We turned the corner into another street lined with low brick buildings. One had a dusty window and a sun-faded sign that read Dog-Eared Pages. "This place is a little gem," Robbie said. "If you ever want to read up on modern stuff written for wolves from the old packs—this is where to do it. They even have books on magic you won't find in human shops." That piqued my interest immediately, but—

The book has a black leather cover and on the center of the cover, there is a glass bulging bubble that's filled with some kind of red liquid. Please don't be blood. I bend to pick up the book and stumble back a bit. It's heavy and I lug it into the room kicking the door shut with the back of my heel before moving to sit down on my bed. "Who left you at my door." I openly think as I read over the cover. Elgadah Furrucci presents. Advanced Spells and Enchantments. English translation. The words are printed in italics across the cover. I run my hand over the cover and I can feel the light layer of dust on it. My hand stops at the glass bubble and I avoid touching that part.

Kharyn said. “Then, I will read this now.” Zenus and Kharyn exchanged glances. And they nodded. Both appeared uneasy. WHEN Eleand reached his room, he immediately changed his clothes. His wings were nowhere in sight. He hurriedly looked at the old book, and it seemed to talk with him for some reason. The texts inside must have had a significant amount of magic. It was utterly different compared to the books he had used. Read me. He knew that wasn’t hallucinations. The book talked in his mind!

“You still got time to change your mind.” I shook my head. “No. I don’t.” He nodded like he already knew I’d say that. Minutes stretched into miles. The city fell away, swallowed by dark roads and towering trees. The deeper we went, the heavier the air felt. Like something was watching. Like the land itself knew what I was. I glanced at him. “Where’s the book?” Elijah exhaled through his nose, then reached into the glove compartment, pulling it out. The Book of the White Wolf.

_Barely_ _Just finished a book_ The three dots appear instantly. He was waiting. _Which one_ Elma looks at the paperback on her bed. The spine is cracked wrong from how fast she read it. _The God of Small Things_. She bought it last week because the cover was blue and she was tired of grey. _The one I bought last week_ _Took me one day_ Another pause. Longer this time. Then: _That is a record for you_ _You used to read one chapter a month_

“Good day.” Emmie and her mother stopped beside Elias. Gabe looked dreadful, wearing wrinkled clothes—the same ones he wore last night—with unkempt hair, and… She took a deep sniff. Smelling like he bathed in ale. Her heart broke even more, knowing he was this way because of her. “I hope you remember me from the party last evening.” Elias beamed. “I do.” “Let me make proper introductions, then. I’m Elias Lucia.” He bowed. Both Gabe and his friend’s eyes widened in shock.