Just Open Up Like A Page In A Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I got the book!" Shayla tried and failed to hide the colossal smile that lit up her features. "At least open the book first, Cameron." I flipped the book over in my hands, and that's when I noticed it — a bulge in between the pages. When I opened the book, it fell open naturally to the bulging thing stuffed in between the pages, and when I saw what it was — my mouth fell open. All the tensions and anxiety of this past week melted away to give in space for pure joy and giddiness.

Nick stares at me wide eyed, as we follow her. She takes us to a room in the back with books surrounding the walls and an old table that looks to be barely standing up. She tells Nick and I to sit at the table, and she walks over to the shelves of books. She picks up a big dusty green leather bond book and brings it over, gently placing it on the table. She opens the cover and then waves her hand over the pages. The pages go flying until it suddenly stops. I look over at Nick, I’ve never seen anything like this, even in the pack. So, I’m sure he’s shocked, and by the look on his face I’d say I was right.

Boring, predictable, exactly what I'd expect from a man who treated feelings like a liability. A leather-bound book sat tucked behind a row of finance texts on the lowest shelf. I pulled it out without thinking much about it. The cover had no title. Just worn leather, soft from years of handling, a small dent across the spine like it had been dropped a hundred times and picked back up just as many. I opened it. My own face stared back at me. Page after page. My jaw, my hands, the curve of my neck, details I didn't even know anyone had noticed about me, let alone bothered to capture in pencil with this much care.

But it was coming and it was closer than yesterday and considerably closer than the week before. I picked up my textbook. I opened it. I stared at the page and saw none of it.

Growling I sit up then hold the book "What's your problem, I know you're not fake so why are you hiding " " am not" The moment the book spoke I quickly let it go but it didn't fall off my hand, it remained in the air. " you..... just.... speak" stammer I crawl backward on the bed "How is a book speaking" " what do you expect lady, you have been making so much noise am forced to wake up "Two eyes open, a mouth shape forms then a nose, the book blinks then exhales loudly " It feels great to be awake again, I thought they are no more innocent women for me to eat "

As if the owner had to leave in a hurry. If this is the place she writes down all her important stuff… then it just might be what we need to find t “Maybe we’ll find something inside…” I say aloud. I reach forward and slide a finger beneath the makeshift bookmark. I flip it and the book falls open with a quiet snap. Handwritten ink sprawls across the paper. I try to read what’s in it. Dom also glances at the open page, when suddenly- his face tightens. Then everything explodes into motion.

It looks like… a journal. My heart beats faster. I carry it back to the chair and sit, holding the strange book carefully. It feels fragile in my hands, like it might fall apart if I’m not gentle. When I open it, the pages let out a soft crackle. They’re yellowed with age, but still readable. A few pages in, something slips out and lands on my lap. It’s a picture.

Well I am obsess, I was supposed to think but hey one book wouldn’t take all my time right? “Fine, one book and think about your situation” “Okay tala, thanks!” I found a good book to read, the cover was faded and the front page is teared, upon opening the book it was already at page three. It was weird but I read it anyway. It was full of interesting stories and now I realized it is not a story book or a novel, it is about different kinds of beings. It was amazing how many beings there are, now I wonder if Lucas have met all of them for me. I smile at that thought

Next thing I know she'll be telling me she knows how to fly. "Open it," Alice says, handing the book over. I crack the book in the middle, but... the page is blank. Flipping through the tome, I find that every page is that way. "What am I supposed to do?" I ask. “It’s blank.” "For now," Alice says. The page suddenly begins to fill with words. "It's writing itself," I say, in shock. How is this possible? I turn the book over and study its spine, looking for the mechanical trick. It looks like any other book, though.

Another thing is that normal school textbooks can only be opened manually but this book opens by itself immediately after you're done reading a page, and the page you've just read will go blank if it was read by another person except for the owner of the book. "Oh?" the man could be seen surprised. "That lad is here, Ha-ha… This kid would be surprised today, Hehe. I can't wait to see the expression on his face," the man laughed strangely, humming some strange songs. It could cause a disaster for the music industry if what he was humming is a song. 'Thud, thud, thud' Footsteps could be heard coming from the other side of the room. One was steady and light while the other was unsteady and roug