Page Turners Novels & Stories

Just a moment ago, they were doting on Jasmine, splurging on a fancy orchestra for her entertainment. I bet while I lay awake at night, trying to ease their load, Jasmine was nestled in her plush bed, lost in dreams. "Check this out. A handmade New Year's card just for you, for our favorite little sis. It'll keep you company while we're out working," my second brother, Ryan, said as he pulled a pink card dotted with ink stains from his pocket. They lavished her with luxury while all I had was a tattered piece of paper. I bet even the paper was a castoff from Jasmine.

Raymond shifted his gaze to peek at Zayn by his side subconsciously. Then, he said, “Mr. Turner, you know the rules of The Oasis too. We can’t possibly divulge the guest’s information. However, I can assure you that the Thule Room has been reserved by a distinguished guest for real! The guest is right inside the Thule Room now, and I really am not lying to you.”

Gior asked, but was shut down by Aesthelia's glare. Aesthelia does not want any noise at the moment. She is trying to intercept the message in the book. It is a miracle she can recognize some of the characters in it. If she could have something she normally used in her original world, She would like to have headphones because it helps her as a reader and writer avoid unnecessary interference. "First, I have to make..." Aesthelia trailed off as she scanned the hand-drawn magic circle at the upper part of the page. It was a surprise for her to find out that this book was actually a handwritten one.

Serenity turned the next page of the book again instantly. "Hey, how come some of the pages are torn out? But why, I can't get any other information if the next page isn't there." Serenity muttered and continued to turn the pages of the book, but still could not find the paper shreds of the missing pages. Serenity was annoyed.

KARA It was getting late. Everyone had left the office, yet I was there, working tirelessly on a design for the system. The project had gone through prior necessary phases and now we were at the designing stage. I had people who could do the design, but I wanted nothing but perfection. That was the reason why I was still at the office by past nine pm at night. A splitting ache ran across my head, making me massage my temple a bit. "Miss Reed, I think you really should retire for the day."

A boy’s voice is tinged with disdain as he speaks in a low whisper. Ignoring the sting of the words, I move to the next shelf, determined to finish my task. I run my fingers along the spines of the books, feeling the textured wear of countless hands that have held them before. I place another card in front of an ancient copy of Turned By Moonlight, the pristine white of the new card stark against the yellowed pages.

Kelly Jones, the owner of Page Turners, came armed with several bags. At first glance, she looked like she was coming to stay. But that wasn’t the case. They needed everything she brought with her for the ceremony. But she carefully stored all her equipment and supplies in what appeared to be custom storage containers.

I told him I was a high school student and would be sitting for the SATs in a year. He smacked his head and said, "My son sat for the SATs last year and left all his notes at home. Will they help you with your studies?" … Half a month later, Mr. Stone was discharged from the hospital. He headed home and dug out a bag full of notes before bringing them to my school. After finishing my assignments for the day, I went through the notes. The owner's handwriting was steady and restrained, yet also graceful and flowing. The notes were neatly arranged, and I couldn't help admiring the unique charm the handwriting contained.

He kept his look consistent until she hesitantly let up on the stranglehold she had on the book and given it over to him. He reclined and flipped through the polished pages, stopping to a great extent prior to smiling innocently up at her. He looked so stunningly attractive that briefly she didn't understand that he was conversing with her. "My apologies, since I didn't exactly get what I am seeing through you right now." She murmured and his smile extended as he flipped the book toward her, tapping his long pointer on the image of a smiling dark Labrador retriever. "I had one very much like this," he informed and she scowled.

No corners bent. He closed his eyes, tracing the gesture in his mind. Left hand pressing down the page. Right thumb and forefinger pinching the corner, gently lifting, flipping it over. Then forefinger and middle finger smoothing the new page flat. Her sleeves would be rolled up, revealing the chilblain scars on her wrists. When she turned a page, her head would tilt slightly down. Her collar would shift to the left. Because her body's center of gravity would shift right as her right hand turned the page, the collar naturally sliding left.