Page 4 Novels & Stories

It must've been sitting here for God knows how long. My eyes roll down the scribbles of letters, words and drown in them quickly. The words looked like they were handwritten with a quill. The cursive was beautiful. I skimmed my finger down the rough paper touching the dried ink that had been written down the table of contents. 1. The Full Moon........... page 1 2. An Alpha..................... page 22 3. A Beta.......................... page 44 4. A Gamma...................... page 69 5. An Omega...................... page 88

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In the 5th chapter of the 4th book of Born By Power, who was being described in the paragraph above? In the 5th chapter of the 4th book of Born By Power, the person who was being described was Pete In the 5th chapter of the 4th book of Born By Power, the person who was being described was Butt In the 5th chapter of the 4th book of Born By Power, the person who was being described was Rhadamanthus In the 5th chapter of the 4th book of Born By Power, the person who was being described was John

Inside lay three objects. A silver pocket watch. An old leather ledger. And a photograph. The photograph drew Lena first. She picked it up carefully. Time had faded the edges. But the image remained surprisingly clear. Four men stood together in front of a construction site. Young. Ambitious. Confident. Nathaniel Hart. Richard Crouch. Victor Sketer. And— A fourth man. Lena frowned. "I've never seen him before." Sebastian stepped closer. Neither had. Which was impossible.

My mother covered her mouth. “No.” Rebecca looked at her. “You knew.” “I didn’t.” “You saw the records.” “I saw three.” “There were four.” My mother shook her head. “That’s impossible.” James took the photograph from my hands. “Let’s stop arguing about what’s possible.” He studied the picture. “What’s written behind it?” Rebecca pointed. James turned it over. There were several handwritten notes. He read them quietly. “Subject four.” He frowned. “Male.” Ethan moved closer.

They had watched for the fourth tread. Forty-one people out of two hundred and fourteen had paused on the fourth tread. Daniel and Miriam had counted separately and arrived at the same number without comparing until the afternoon. Forty-one pauses. Forty-one moments of the body receiving the aperture light before the mind had categorised it. Forty-one upward looks. "Nineteen percent," Miriam said, when they compared numbers. "Is that good?" he said.

Vanessa quickly photographed the page. Ethan continued reading. The next line made him frown. “There should be another patient listed here.” “What do you mean?” He pointed at the numbering. “Look.” “Patient 347.” “Patient 348.” Then… It jumped directly to Patient 350. Lila stared at the page. “Where’s 349?” Vanessa examined the ledger. “The page hasn’t been torn.” “No.” Ethan shook his head. “But someone erased the entry.” Faint traces of ink remained beneath the scratched surface.

Quest 1: 1/4 Complete. I did it again, and again. Each time, the denial became more difficult. My balls ached. My cock was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum. By the fourth edge, I was a sweating, trembling mess, my forehead pressed against the wall, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I had to bite my lip to keep from begging the empty room for permission to come. [Mental Screenshot Captured. Quest 1: 4/4 Complete. +50 points.]

"One more try and it might alarm." Cale leaned his forehead against the cold brick. "I don't know," Cale whispered. "The data... it's corrupted." "Don't give up. Look at the keypad. Look at the wear on the buttons." Cale opened his eyes. He looked. In his grey vision, he couldn't see the dirt. But he could see the texture. The wear patterns. "The 1," Cale said. "The 9. The 8. The 4." "1-9-8-4?" Elion asked. "Orwell?"

The book's title is 'Herbals of the Northern Ridge', and as I stare at the front cover, I wonder if it would have what I'm looking for. Opening the book, I begin flipping the pages but after a while of searching and not finding anything, I suddenly remember that it would be easier if I would go through the index page. So I close the pages I'd opened and go to look at the index page, runningy gaze over the words showing the chapter titles and content line by line. Then finally my eyes land on a chapter title which reads 'COUNTER POISEN'. Balancing the book in my left arm, I use my right index finger to trace the page of the title, seeing that it's at Page 284.