Long Pages Novels & Stories

Author's Note: Guys, guess what... DIRTY PAGES is officially on 1k views!!! Thank you so, so much, guys. Hitting 1,000 views on my very first book means more to me than you could ever imagine. I was literally awake last night, watching that 996 view count like my life depended on it – refreshing, pacing, hoping – and when it finally flipped to 1.0k, I swear my heart did a whole somersault.

Could you please tell me why I cannot read the next page or any other page? [Host has understood 1% of the content of the First Page] [The Second Page will be accessible after the Host gains 100% on the first page] You!! AGGHH! Why aren't you letting me be overpowered! [I've overpowered the host enough. Get to work!] As I thought of destroying the book, I became furious, but I calmed down immediately. Relax, it's nothing to worry about. There is no free meal available. I got a gist of how the book works, the reader moves onto the next page once they have understood 100% of that page.

I still have a few months of my Luna training. I still have a lot to learn but I am pretty confident in my abilities and I know it will get easier with time. My phone buzzed and I checked. I smiled when I saw that Hillan texted me. “Here is the p*f of what I told you about. Will bring the physical copy when I visit.” His text read. I downloaded the file and clicked on it. My eyes widened when I saw that it had four thousand pages. Four freaking thousand. That’s a lot of pages to read. I quickly texted back a thank you and clicked the file again.

Her fingers trembled as she flipped to the familiar page where she always found his name. But the page was blank. Her breath caught in her throat. She turned another page but still, there was nothing. Then another. And another. It was empty. Panic surged through her veins. "No, no, no," she whispered, her voice shaking as she frantically turned the pages. However, her hands suddenly froze when she noticed something even more alarming. The edges of the pages were disintegrating. The parchment was crumbling and tiny specks of ash began falling onto her lap as if an invisible fire was consuming it.

This time I would finish him. "Shaurya Agnihotri starts counting your days in reverse manner. I am coming." The room heard my growling and frustration with my utmost hateful statement.

The page numbers, they skip and it’s not by accident neither was it torn out because they were never written. Page twelve then…Page fifteen. Again. Twenty-three…….Twenty-six. Thirty-one……Thirty-four. It’s a fucking pattern. Every third page is missing. No, Not missing but hidden.My pulse quickens as I run my fingers gently along the edge of the paper. The pages feel thicker as if the two sheets have been pressed together. A slow smile spreads across my face as the puzzle begins to unlock in my head…. “There you are.”I murmur more to myself as I reach into the drawer beneath my desk and remove a small bottle filled with clear liquid.