Long Lost Book Novels & Stories

They broke up eventually, after all. "Lora? Did I lose you?" Cela asked. "Oh no. Sorry. Yeah, I guess we can just leave it as is so we can start marketing the book soon and then prepare for the special," Lora said. "Is that all?" Cela asked. She's eager to be left alone in the shed. "Oh, Before I go, I have here something that Nate wanted me to give to you," Lora said. "What is it?" Cela asked.

A temporary mark … “It doesn’t say anything about how you do it or if I would have to accept you or anything.” I frowned as I looked up, and he was gone again. “That is why I’m looking for the other book. I read how so long ago, and I can’t find it now …” I noted Bernard moving around one of the long shelves in the library and his voice trailed off. He was adamant about doing that. Why?

Terribly wrong. "He's changed," Siron whispered, more to himself. "Since the tomb... he's fighting something inside him." Kit took a deep breath. "You said your mother told you to look for records. We brought this book." He produced a thick book he had managed to grab from the shelf before fleeing. Its cover was worn brown, inscribed with Gothic letters: Die Verlorenen Chroniken von Aethelford (The Lost Chronicles of Aethelford). The Self-Falling Book. When the hands chased them, this book had slid from the high shelf and fallen right in front of Siron's feet, as if pointing to itself.

he said, his voice filled with pride, as he pulled out his toolbox and began tinkering with the broken laptop. While Clara was concentrating on how her laptop was being fixed, Mathias was busy walking around the room, his eyes scouring every nook and cranny. Suddenly, he stumbled on something that caught his interest, an old looking book with the name Los cuentos perdidos (The Lost Tales). Mathias's eyes widened with excitement as he recognized the title. He had seen a book like this once in his grandfather's home, but at that time, he was too young to read or have an interest in books. However, he knew for one thing, his grandfather couldn't have a book in his house that wasn't related to

Because if this is true… she can't say how her heart just aches. "Urgent at the lab. Maybe can't make it home tonight" The note said. After reading it, Luciano just rolls it then throws it into the trash can. "Looks like tonight's dinner will be just you and me!" Lydia widened her eyes a little bit and then her eyelines down. Somewhat in her feel a little disappointed. She did really expect tonight's dinner. A reunion after months, how can she say she's not longing for it? Yet, she can't tell how disappointed she is to Luciano. He did not know she was expecting Raylan. He did not know they secretly met months ago. And he did not know the reasons why she never sees Raylan as a brother.

He has to get to his child. We can push the door open far enough for me to slip into the opening. It is handy to be small sometimes. I enter the room, seeing the cause of the obstruction is a bookshelf. It must have tipped and lodged itself against the door during the earthquake. I tip the bookshelf back against the wall, letting Brixtius have access to the room. A room with furniture strewn all over the place. "Eurydice!" I yell out, hearing her cries from under a fallen dresser. Brixtius moves with speed and lifts the wooden furniture like it weighs nothing.

Then he set about making arrangements, full steam ahead. The assistant, following orders, tried calling me for three days. All she got was a busy signal. Even checking my travel records turned up nothing but my last connecting flight. It was as if I'd vanished completely. Every trace of my life had stopped the day I walked out the door. The assistant's starched collar was soaked through with sweat when she finally choked out the words to my father: "Mr. Wheeler… I think Jason is… missing. We haven't been able to reach him at all."

Others were decorations and supplies I had added to the house. The things that truly belonged to me were few. I didn't take any of them with me. Instead, I had the housekeeper haul it all out and burn it. All those items, carrying seven years of my painful and joyful memories, vanished in a blaze. Just like my feelings for Maxwell, they were completely burned away. He rushed home just as I was tossing our wedding album into the fire. "Natalie, stop!" He hadn't even parked properly before charging out like a madman.

"This isn't a hideout..." "It's a palace." Oliver's expression darkened. "No." "It's where corruption was born." Agent Ross slowly walked into the chamber. He examined one of the steel vaults. "It's government property." Oliver nodded. "Edward has spent decades stealing from governments all over the world." Emma carefully approached the round table. Resting on it... ...was a thick leather book. The cover read: THE FOUNDERS' RECORD She hesitated. Liam looked at her. "Do you think it's safe?"

👄Chapter One 👄 Grace rubbed her eyes and glanced at the clock on the far wall. It was already past nine. The university library had been closed to students for hours, but she had stayed late again to finish cataloging the new batch of rare books that had arrived last week. The archive room in the basement was quiet, cool, and smelled of old paper and dust. She loved it here.