Page-turner Book Novels & Stories

The book had an entire thirty-page chapter on soul resurrection but not soul fetching. Slightly annoyed, Levy started to look through the books again and this time much more carefully as she stared at each page until she was sure that she wasn’t missing anything finally she found what exactly was wrong at the end of the third book. “ Someone tore pages from this book,” murmured Levy as she ran her fingers through the rough yet very clean edge of the torn page. Whoever tore the pages of the book, did it very carefully… in fact, they did it so cleanly that Levy would’ve never found what was wrong with the book unless she carefully skimmed through each page.

I was invited to the year-end party hosted by a partner company. As soon as I reached the entrance of the banquet hall, I saw the last person I wanted to see. Timmy Sunderland. He was holding a thick stack of papers and handing them out one by one to the guests going in and out. When I walked past him, he did not even look up as he handed me a sheet. "Hello, if your company has any open positions, please consider me first. This is my resume."

There were no slippers, no massages. The document lay there, catching their eye. James looked down at it, his face a mix of confusion and realization. [Take this. By the time you read this agreement, I'll be gone. Don't bother looking for me.] [Jasmine had always been the treasured one, the golden child bathed in your love. Your pride and joy, your little sister, the comfort of your hearts — spoiled through and through.] [However, I refuse to believe my life is as cheap as dirt. A child loved so fiercely by their parents shouldn't be discarded like that.]

I sighed. I did miss my friend. One of us was always busy, and it felt like we were drifting further apart every day. There had to be a way for us to connect again. “We could go to the diner for burgers and then the bookstore sometime,” Amy suggested. “Turn the Page got a shipment of used books this week.” Yay! Amy must miss spending time with me too. And Turn the Page is the best used bookstore in the city. Amy and I went there several times a month in my old life.

Turn back. Then the understanding. The fortnight was not there. Not scribbled over. Not inked out. Not torn, either, in the way a hurried person tears, leaving a ragged shoulder of paper standing proud of the spine. Cut. Somebody had taken a blade to that book and removed the pages one at a time, close in against the binding, and had done it well enough that the book still closed flat. You had to open it wide and hold it toward the window to see the stubs at all.

moving on to the next page. The husband, i paused at that, did i skip a page? my eyes travel to the previous page yeah, i was just reading on the capo i expected a continuation from there not another topic entirely. when my eyes travel to the bottom of the page it said page 4, on the next page its numbered page 18. what the hell? It seems some pages are missing, when I take a closer look at the middle of the book gasped, more like ripped out. "Some pages are missing" I said out loud.

She had been waiting to read the book, but she was interrupted by unfortunate events the previous night. Flipping through the first page, she continued to the prologue where the story began. Arlene was too engrossed with the book that she didn’t notice that she had passed a lot of time. The book contained 30 chapters and she had read fifteen chapters at a go. She stopped reading when she heard her stomach rumble, so she closed the book and checked the time on her phone, it was 4 pm already. She turned on her data to check her i*******m feed and the writer’s forum she was on for updates.

Having left with nothing to say over this statement , Carol just nodded her head in agreement . The empress just wanted to read the book from beginning . But as she was just about to do it , she remembered the words of the man who was frequently visiting her dreams these days that she had to only read the contents of page No. 715 and the summon the P2 Guide Werewolf. Thus suppressing her curiosity , she just flipped the pages which were all blank and were dusky white in color giving off the appearance like the book was more than 20 centuries old. She didn't know up to where she had to scroll because there were not even the numbers over the pages. But as she was scrolling, abruptly there was

Suddenly, I felt lighter than before. When I tried to translate the book into our language, I creased my brows because it had ripped pages. The book is missing something, and it's missing some significant notes, as I can see dried blood in the shredded pages towards the book's back. Blood that has been through time. So why did the last page of this book had been torn apart? It's not as though I did something or acted to draw attention to it. Yet since I caught a glimpse of the remnants from the shredded pages, I can't help but narrow my eyes. There appear to be circular designs, one picture with what appears to be a hand in the upper side corner, and that's all.

Dakari squeezed her hand. Luca lifted a hand to turn the page and reverently lifted from the corner. His hand did not shake as he confidently attempted to move the parchment. This was obviously not his first time dealing with old books. To his surprise, he met no resistance. The page that had been so secure now turned like it was bound only hours ago.