Lost Words: Beyond The Page Novels & Stories

My finger slid beneath the next delicate page, a waft of fresh dust blowing beneath my nose. More blank pages. I gritted my teeth, turning the book over into one hand and skimming through them all with my thumb and forefinger. The pages whizzed by, not a single one filled in with writing. Why were they gone? Why did she stop? Why leave the eery message and code just to stop at ghouls? "Veritas," I repeated. Placing the book on my knee. "I don't understand.” “Maybe you need to channel a vision.” My wolf wondered, pulling away from the forefront of my mind.

The blackness rushed upward, swallowing the stadium, the gold suits, the silver eyes, and the little girl. Julian was the last one left. He reached out to me, his face a mask of pure, corporate terror. "You... you've canceled... everything..." Then, he was gone. The stadium was gone. The Moon was gone. The Earth was gone. --- ### The White Page I was floating in a world of pure, blinding white. There were no stars. There was no ground. There was no sound. It was the "Blank Page" the Author had spoken of. But it wasn't a page waiting to be written on. it was a page that had been washed clean.

I couldn’t just leave it there; I had to at least try to piece together the story. I turned my attention to The White Wolf and Her Alpha King. Despite the missing pages, the story was compelling. It told of a powerful white wolf and her journey to finding her destined mate, the Alpha King. Each torn page added an element of mystery, making me imagine the lost parts of the narrative. The fragments I could read were filled with intrigue, romance, and adventure, drawing me deeper into the world the author had created.

⸻ 🌙 The Lost Pages The book slowly opened. 📖 ⸻ Its pages fluttered wildly. ⸻ Most were empty. ⸻ Destroyed. ⸻ Gone forever. ⸻ Yet one page remained intact. ⸻ One final page. ⸻ One hidden page. ⸻ A page nobody had ever seen before. ⸻ The page that existed before Memory Zero. ⸻ 😨 ⸻ 🌙 Before The First Question The page glowed softly. ✨ ⸻

Not yet. He walked back towards the window. His reflection appeared faintly. As he stared, his eyes grew colder and he whispered to himself, “ One day you will understand. And when that day comes, no one will be able to ignore me.” The city lights flickered faintly. And somewhere in the distance, something was already moving closer.

The ballroom doors opened ahead of us, allowing cool night air to drift softly inside. Williams continued talking excitedly beside me about juice, stories, and something Annie apparently did with a napkin that made absolutely no sense. And this time… I listened carefully. Actually listened. Because some losses teach you exactly what matters. And I had already lost enough. Behind me, the ballroom remained full of light and music. Ahead of me, the night stretched quiet and uncertain. But for the first time in years… I stopped looking backward. And even though it hurt more than anything I had ever experienced…

A stranger's kindness brought a trace of warmth back to my dead, disappointed heart. Perhaps this was the reason I was brought back in time. This chance allowed me to know the truth of everything that happened, and it also made me realize that this world was not just full of malicious people. After bidding Mary farewell, I followed the address to the apartment. I did not expect the lights to be on when I walked in. A soft and gentle voice greeted me. "Are you Joseph? Hi, I'm Wendy. I was cleaning the place up for you. Otherwise, there's no way you can sleep here tonight."

Justin shut his eyes as tears of anguish slipped down his face. If only he had chosen Yvonne from the very beginning. If only he had understood his own heart sooner. If only he had believed her… Endless what-ifs flooded his mind, but in the end, they all turned into the few written words in his hands: [I’m leaving. Don’t come looking for me. I don’t want you anymore.] “Yvonne!” Justin jolted upright. His face was pale and drenched in sweat. There was terror in his eyes.