Novel & Cerita Just Open Up Like A Page In A Book

, yet I was mentioned as a last “seed “, they were so generous to give me whole word, only one word at the beginning of the page and nothing else just blank , if you want to insult or degrade someone deal with him like he did not exist , they did this to me . After long time of searching, I found it , it is so heavy , big and dusty , I sneezed hard once I opened it . Like it wasn't touched by human before . I guess I will have to read it here , I can't carry it with me , I looked behind to make sure none is watching or following me ,then I looked back at the book , I Shall start reading now .

I’ll try the former first! As he was imagining opening a portal, he unconsciously made a monster! Huh? What? What is this? It looks like a big cotton candy? Small cloud? Maybe spending some time at Bathala’s special realm somehow affected me unconsciously? But what is this really? *Pokes The small monster then roles to the side, showing its head and his legs. It’s a monster? A cute little monster? Why did a monster pop up when I’d thought of opening the portal?

She could feel the eyes piercing into her, like they wanted to snatch her soul. All of a sudden, the book began opening on its own. Slowly at first, but with each page that turned, the next page came faster. Soon, the pages were whirling back and forth like a tornado, a loud noise filling the room. Alexa panicked internally. Her heart was racing, almost matching the rhythm of the pages. Then, the book stilled. She inhaled, and exhaled deeply in a bid to slow her heart down. Finally, her eyes fell on the page.

Probably because the shelf was old and creaky; any part of it could be affected if I touch any other. As I raised my hand to put back the book in its shelf, I noticed the book seemed different from the others. It was blue, and had blue stones on it. “hmmm.” I opened the book, and what I read, caught my interest. *MYSTERY WORDS CAN’T BE SEEN, BUT CAN BE BROUGHT TO THE PAGES, BY FIRE.* It was weird, but I turned to the next page, and it was blank. I turned to another, and it was also blank, until I flipped the pages until the end, and realized everything was blank.

But I knew that I had to pick it up. I walked to the book, bent down, and tentatively picked it up. This time, as it sat in my hands, it gave me no pain whatsoever. But I did feel a power that I could not explain. I opened it and the pages released a smell that reminded me of a brand-new book. I sat on the floor and then read. I started with one page and then it became two. From two, it went to page fifty. From page fifty to the very last page.

Riven would kill him if he found even a tiny scratch on his mate. "What...how...what cut you?",he stuttered. Layla showed him the book while Alex ran out quickly to fetch some wool to wipe the blood. When Layla tried the book again, it opened. She was clearly perplexed at the whole thing. "How did you do that?",Caleb asked. "Do what?" "Open the book. That book has been shut tight for as long as I can remember". Layla looked down at the opened book. The title was also written on the first page.

The book is massive, easily over two thousand pages, the weight of it pulling at my arms. Of course it’s this complicated. I bite back my frustration, reminding myself that this might be the only chance I have to get answers. I carry the book to an alcove, the leather seat creaking as I lower myself into it. The book lands on the desk with a soft thud, dust rising around it in a lazy cloud. The first page is brittle, the ink faded, but I manage to make out the opening line as I try carefully not to tear the paper:

Every moment is this. Without moment. This. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The this that is. Only this. The book never opened. Because there was no cover. The book never closed. Because there was no ending. The book was the opening. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Without one. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence.

she said softly. “A lot?” I whispered aloud. “Yes. But step by step, you’ll find out everything.” With trembling hands, I tried to open the book. But it wouldn’t budge. The pages refused to part, as if sealed by some invisible force. “Why is the book not opening?” I muttered, frustration creeping into my voice as I tugged at the cover again. Nothing. Not even a rustle of the pages. I could feel something like a faint pulse of energy coming from it, as if the book itself was alive and… waiting.

Unlock it, and the empty pages shall be filled for you to read. I stare at the words for a long time. Read them again. And again. “What does that even mean,” I mutter under my breath. Within me. Unlock it. Empty pages. I flip to the next page. Blank. The one after that. Blank. I start flipping faster now. Page after page after page, all clean, untouched, mocking me with their silence. No hidden ink. No symbols. No diagrams. Nothing. Just white paper. My grip tightens on the book until my knuckles ache.