Look Inside The Book Novels & Stories

"Well, it's... It's hard to explain, the book explains it all." "Is it interesting?" She asked looking at the book cover, it was of a young teenager holding a lamp in what looked to be a dark cave, a bat was hanging of his hands and an old witch was behind him. "It looks interesting," She muttered. "It is," He assured. She nodded her head with a small smile and placed her iPods in back, resting her head back against the car seats, she closed her eyes.

When my vision became clear, my eyes adjusted to look at the object very carefully. It was a small leather book. Although I didn't know the contents, I could make out a star-shaped symbol embedded on its forefront. Two inverted triangles were placed on top of each other, forming what seemed to look like a star. Inside of both triangles revealed a large eye, watching as though it sees deep into the soul.

Not long after lying her body on the bed, she dozed off and became unaware now of everything around her. Inside his room, Boss Dar got a small black-covered book and browse its pages as if looking for something urgent on every page. After a few more browsing, he finally stopped flipping the pages of the book and focused his eyes on what has been written in the book. Then he furrowed thereafter as his eyes froze on that page.

They got inside the big submarine and after the last person has entered it, it suddenly disappear as if it has never been there before. Inside a luxurious room in the submarine, an old man could be seen reading a book that looks like a normal school textbook, but it isn't. There is a very huge difference between the two when you look at it very well. The cover of the book was completely black without any text on it. 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.

he pushes it towards me, “It’s merely a book. I want you to open it to a page, any page, and see what you notice.” I give him an uncertain sideways glance before squeezing my eyes shut as I blindly flip through the pages of the book. After a few seconds, I stop, my finger hovering over a page about halfway through. Opening my eyes a crack, I watch as Gideon tilts his head to get a better view of the page. “Interesting,” he murmurs. “Of all the pages in this book, you turn to that one.” I open my eyes the rest of the way and look down. There is a picture of a person sitting in a ring of crystals. I don’t even need to read the title at the top to know what it says.

I press my hand to him, trying to get him to stay still. “I can help,” I murmur, fumbling with the heavy book in my lap. He pauses, eyes darting to the old book. His gaze hardens in suspicion but then softens. He recognizes what it is. I flip frantically through the brittle pages. 39… 91… 180… Focus. My fingers finally find the right page and relief washes over me when I spot the illustrations. I place the book next to me and take the bag, searching for the right leaves stuffy stuff. I do not know what. At least the book has pictures in color.

Queenie started to read the text on the second page of the book. “Look at it with your heart. Not with eyes.” Queenie’s eyebrow frowned deeper. She was a little upset. This book was full of mysteries. Queenie didn’t have much time to solve various mystery words. She needed to cure his father immediately. Queenie closed the book again in annoyance. Accidentally, her finger touched the bottom of the box. The bottom of the box was hard and felt mushy. Like there was another room under the lid of the box. The outside of the box was red. The inside of the box was white. All this time, Queenie never realized the inside of the box. She never even took the magic book out of the box.

He shrugged, his own concentration stuck on the book. He was curious as well as I was. Finally, I gave the book a long scrutinizing look, turning it this way and that all the while buying Neilla time. It was a book alright, one without a way to view its content. It had a vial like structure fixed into the hard cover on the front. In that vial was blood slushing as I moved the book about. It was off-putting in every way including the foul odor emanating from it. I flicked at the cover with my middle finger, raising my eyes in surprise when Sapphira flinched.

My fingers were starting to cramp from turning the pages so fast. Aiden stood near the door on a lookout in case anyone was coming. I could tell he was tense too, his jaw was clenched, and his shoulders were squared. Still, I could feel the heat between us from before, lingering in the air. “This is useless,” I muttered, my voice tight with frustration. “There’s nothing in here.” I was about to snap the book shut until something caught my eye. A shimmer. Subtle. Hidden deep in the center of the book.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.