Page-turner Book Novels & Stories

Xander took one of the books and carried it downstairs. Alice was still there, staring at the thing that caught her eye. Alice turned back to the next page, trying to distract herself. But could not, how many times Alice tried to turn the book to the next page. In fact the book always reopens to that thing. Alice stared at the object for a long time, until Alice seemed to see it was real.

It contained only one sentence: “When the final page is turned, the knowledge will leave the page and enter the reader. There is no turning back.” My hands shook. I stared at the last page blank except for a single sigil in the center, glowing faintly in the candlelight. It wasn’t ink. It was light. Living light. I took a breath and exhale.Then I turned the page. The moment my finger touched the corner, the book screamed with sensation. A surge of energy broke through me, white-hot and blinding. It poured into my eyes, my mouth, my bones. I felt my memories unravel and reweave, my thoughts multiply, my very breath split into a thousand threads.

They tumbled down to the second floor and splashed into the garden pond. "You!" Sheila shot me an angry look, then quickly looked sad and pulled on Elliot's shirt. "Elliot! My presents!" I just sneered, "They're just presents. You can get more." Elliot kept staring at me, like he noticed something odd. When I turned to leave, he grabbed my wrist. Right then, the butler came in to say dinner was ready. Joseph would also be home at any minute. I laughed without a care, shook off Elliot's hand, and walked to the dining room without looking back.

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.]

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.