Originals Books Novels & Stories

he adds and I frown deeply. Instead of responding, I go to my bed and push up the pillow. There was a book under it which I pick out and then go back to where I was standing. “You see,” I say as I hold up the book for him to see. “The Archived Holders is written on it so how can it not be the original book?” “Open it,” was his response. “Why?” “Open it and check the first page. If ‘first’ is written on it, then it’s the original. If not, you have a counterfeit,”

Jeff's gaze turned to the bookshelves, his fingers flipping through them. "Uh-huh." The shelves held books that Brittany had gotten for her to put up earlier to her liking, and she'd read them all. Jeff's hand glanced at the names on the books. The Origins of Mankind, Sunspots, Quantum Algorithms, The Art of War, History of the Roman Empire, and so on ...... There just wasn't a book in here that the young girl liked. "You've read all of these?" "Read them all!" She liked to read this type of book, which was completely different from the other girls.

Saturday morning, after breakfast, Don gave Caroline the three books together. Not the individual copies, which she had received over the years of their publication—The Inside Account in the fifteenth year, The Ground Keeps in the sixteenth, The Emergent World in the eighteenth. She had read each one when it was published, had written to them about each one, and had discussed them with Ernest and Don on subsequent visits. But Don had had a set bound together: The Inside Account and The Ground Keeps and The Emergent World in a single volume, the three books bound in dark green leather with a title stamped in gold on the spine: THE INSIDE ACCOUNT / THE GROUND KEEPS / THE EMERGENT WORLD.

⸻ 🌙 The Book Of Origins Then suddenly— A loud rumble echoed through the library. 📚⚡ The crystal’s broken fragments rose into the air. ✨ And from the center of the room… A massive book appeared. 💀 The largest book any of them had ever seen. Its cover was black. Its pages silver. Its lock made of living shadows. 🌑 Lyra’s eyes widened. 😱 “The Book of Origins.” ⸻ 🌙 The Forbidden Record The book slowly opened. Its pages turned by themselves. ⚡ One page.

Jay added. " I can't say" Em's eyes widened. " Somebody stole those books? Really?" " Don't be silly," Jacquard said. " Then, what?" Jay said. " The first edition and the only edition of the book known as The Abasia, Our Origin? The first ever king of Abasia Kingdom's draft of the Declaration of Independence? Or top secrets?" " No, it is just some books." " Aha!" Jay said. "So it was a book!"

"You can wait here, I'll come to Mr. Miller." I nodded, and did what I had wanted to do for a long time. I walked over to one of the large shelves as she entered a hallway at the end of this room, and I was surprised because I thought these books were just replicas made of styrofoam. In fact these books are really original, or books that are copies of the original books. Which, of course, is also old. I pulled up a book called Bleak House by Charles Dickens. One of the books was dark blue with an old engraving on its back.

“…appears to be an Origin Book.” Cold spread instantly through the room. Even the sanctuary lights dimmed slightly. I frowned. “What exactly does that mean?” Order answered this time. “Origin Books are ancient records created before the kingdoms fully separated.” His silver gaze darkened. “They contain foundational knowledge.” That sounded dangerous immediately. Chaos snorted softly. “That is the polite way of saying catastrophic information.” Hunter crossed his arms. “What kind of catastrophic?” Silence stretched for one terrible second. Then Sol answered quietly. “It contains information on how to create bonds.”

"Or this vast library might have a few other books on the same topic." "These are the only books on this particular topic, my Queen." He shook his head in disappointment, clearly not catching the double meaning of our conversation. "They were original books with no copies, all more than three thousand years old. They were handwritten and invaluable." What kind of books did Leikos want? I walked over and tilted a few of them up. History of Fayes. The Faye Kingdom. The Power of Fayes. What the fuck? "Tell Lord Leikos the library did not have the books that he wanted," I told him. "I do not want him to fire you from your job. Or worse, punish you for your clumsy slave's mistake."

I began walking closer. "What's your favourite book?" she asks. A book lay on her lap and she left it open to keep her eyes on me. "Pride and Prejudice," I confess. "Ah, typical. If there is anything that I taught my children and grandkids, it is to be original." As I got closer to her, her age began to show more and more. "There's nothing unoriginal about liking Pride and Prejudice. It is a great book and deserves the appreciation," I defend, and I hear her chuckle.

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.