Look Into The Book Novels & Stories

Peeking around the room, I ensure no one is in sight. Climbing onto the chair next to the bookshelf, I run my fingers along the spines of the books. Jessica told me that it would be the one with no writing. Finally, I find it. An old tattered book that has clearly been looked through a thousand times. Standing on my tiptoes, I carefully pull the book off the shelf and slide down onto the chair.

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.

At least, not me. The smell of old books hit my nostrils as I trailed my hands on the spines of the books, reading out loud their titles. "What are we exactly looking for?" I asked. "Anything that you think would answer our questions. But remember, don't judge a book by its cover or title. At least try reading the content index or the summary at the back of the book cover." "Thanks." I said with sarcasm lacing my voice tone. It felt like ages, going through myriad books and reading their titles etc. in the dark. I heard Damien plopping on the floor with a loud sigh. I was about to give up as well but then something caught my eye.

Colin comes in, a wave of surprise hits me, but before I can say anything, Shawn follows him in. “You're here already, Eva.” Colin said, acknowledging me, a wide smile on his lips. “Not too long ago.” I replied, returning the smile. I sneak a glance at Shawn. He watched me like a hawk. Like he knew what I'd been doing. My eyes slowly stray to the big book, just to be sure I had actually closed it. The golden back rested heavily on the rest of the book, “The Codex Luporum” deeply engraved on it, you could pour water in it, and it'll sit comfortably.

Her phone vibrated. ~A book?~ It read. ~Yes. Find out what it means.~ ~On it.~ ************* Anthonio was still unsettled. Something was off. He went back to the rear end and took the right turn. He reached the door that sat at the ending and twisted the knob. He stepped in and locked the door. His eyes assessed everywhere for any form of intruding. He couldn't find anything. Everything was in place. He moved towards a specific book area and reached out to a book with black binding.

I looked at the study door, visible through the open library door, the closed study door with his voice behind it, low and measured, the managed register or something close to it. I picked up my book. I looked at the page. I did not read.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I'm going crazy," she scolded herself, trying to focus on reading the book. As she immersed herself in the book, the room's unsettling atmosphere seemed to fade, replaced by the intriguing words on the pages. Aleah couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and frustration about Hunter. He was a puzzle she wanted to solve, yet his enigmatic nature left her feeling uncertain. The anticipation of their next conversation lingered in her mind, making it difficult to concentrate fully on the book.

This note could be an invitation to adventure or a summons for something far more sinister. The note burns a hole in my pocket, its cryptic message replaying in my mind. Part of me wants to dismiss it as a prank, yet my curiosity wins out. So, I make my way through the maze of shelves, running my fingers along the spines of countless books as I pass. Each step takes me deeper into this labyrinth of knowledge, now transformed into something sinister and surreal.

she says looking at me, I tried my best to hide under my own overgrown bangs. "Do you have it reserved already?" I ask hoping that was the case so I can grab one that's near the check stand of all the reserved books for their customers. I was starting to feel self-conscious of myself as I caught the woman still looking but shook it off as I had to work. "Yes it's under the name of Kennedy smith” she replies. I nodded and looked up the name, once got to the checkout stand, finding it rather quickly then did the whole check out process for reserved books before putting in a bag for her.

' Tom muttered as he kept on staring at the book morosely. Yesterday, when he had opened this book, he saw some kind of hand-drawn sketches. Some words were written by the side of the sketches which seems to bolt when your attention wavers only to stay still as he peers directly over them to understand the mystery before him. It was like the case of 'the more you look, the less you see. ' The words were zapping around like hyperactive happy kids but never when Tom was fully focused.