Little Lives Book Novels & Stories

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"What kind of book is that?" "It's something that was made long before any of you existed. The Libro Vitae was made by a very powerful demon who created it in the Underworld. He works with all the dark creatures and uses all of their magic to create it along with another powerful being. It is enchanted, with dark magic. It holds all that is written for the future. Prophecies of the future that have yet to come true, ones that are in the works, and all of the ones that have already happened. It can tell anyone what their life will become if they are wealthy, find love, how they die. This is a very dangerous book. If it fell into the wrong hands, they could destroy us all. But it also comes wi

I opened the book and on the first page was engraved these words. ✓KILL LIST✓ I opened the next page and I saw the first person. It was a name, a page. And Drake made it in such a way that the next page can't be opened until the given name was dead or out of the picture. I looked at the student picture and Bio. It was a girl by name Louise Peterson. I had barely read the first page when I felt a shadow cast upon me. I quickly shut the book as I glanced up to see the intruder.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

She saw an old big book, it looked very ancient with chopped off pages, she chuckled at the looks of the book and was about to keep it when something caught her attention. There was a book inside the Old book, she opened the occupied page and found a Royal blue hard covered little diary with 'My Mine' scripted in golden words on the front cover. Mareili turned the pages and smiled when sje saw that nothing had been written on the diary yet, she turned the last page of the book and squinted her eyes to see a name and contact written in her Mom's handwriting. She didn't recognize the contact but she saw the name... 'Blaser Mateo', she frowned upon seeing it and slammed the book shut only to fi

Above my head, the phone chirped and sang, "Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don't sing, Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring." Mom pulled out the ice tray, took the bag of minced meat, and spread it on the floor to inspect it. I was about to burst into tears. "Beatrice, are you an idiot? You actually froze your phone in the refrigerator. It's no wonder you didn't answer when I called. What exactly is inside your head?

Zoe stared at the book, her fingers hovering over its worn cover, tracing the cracks in the leather and the faint symbols etched into its spine. It felt… alive. Not in a way she could explain, but there was something ancient about it—something that pulsed beneath the surface, waiting to be uncovered. The Book of Life, her heart raced, every answer she had been searching for… could be inside.

"It's ordinary." "That's the same thing." --- The seventh book was different. Not a memoir — a children's book. About a garden, about a fig tree, about the dogs buried under its branches and the women who loved them. Beatriz's successor, Eva, was hesitant at first. "A children's book?" she said. "A book for everyone." --- I wrote about Orwell, the scruffy survivor. Pippin, the disaster with mismatched ears. Fig, the puppy who arrived in a crate. Oak, the quiet one, the watcher. And the women who buried them, who marked the stones, who never forgot.

Chapter 1 Little Li Han, the smallest shrimp in his class, had claimed the absolute perfect spot under the big shady tree at the edge of the playground. He sat there cross-legged with his favorite picture book balanced on his knees, the colorful pages open to the part where the brave little fish discovers the secret coral cave.

We needed all the evidence we could get against Mr Ranault even if it means coming to see a stranger alone in a library. The library had another floor for history and science while the bottom floor was for kids books and pretty much basic stuff. I searched around the ground floor of the library but there was only two teenagers,some women and two nerdy collage guys. There is no way any of these people had that manly voice I heard on the phone last night. Just as I was about to go upstairs,I saw a man seating in one of the chairs with a book in his hands titled: A little life. The man had brown skin like dark chocolate. He pulled the book down a little to be able to peep his eyes out and look