Pages In Books Novels & Stories

It is the book that Rael asked me to read and I forgot to come back to it before knowing that I have been very keen and busy the last few weeks of my life. I could not help but to check on the opened pages and saw first fee verses. ** I creases my forehead when the part literally caught my attention. I check for the time on my phone and it’s still eight-three so I still have lots of minutes to spare just by reading the next part of this chapter. I check if how many pages I have to go through and saw that it’s just a one and half page so I decided to slumped back on my chair to continue checking and reading the next part.

The first page that he saw was a blank page which had a brown and old look on it, like it was published years ago 'Okay, so the book was unique after all. It gets me excited and eager to start reading it' After flipping the first page he went to flip the second page when he saw the title of the book and he knew from that moment that it was not a common story at all. He knew this after looking at the written title of the book on the second page below. There were words that shook him as shivers run down his spine making him have goosebumps nearly throwing the book away from him

I tried not to gawk as I watched shimmering blue and grey threads of magic reach out in all directions towards the shelves of books that lined the room. Book after book removed itself from the shelves, drifting into neat stacks on the nearest table. My amazement was quickly replaced with abject horror when the total book count reached twenty-three. "There's no way I'm going to be able to read this many books." I laughed, but grabbed a large armful of them anyway. I figured it'd be smart to move in clusters. I'd open up six or so books, scan the index until I found either portals or blockages. Most of the book's only briefly mentioned the subjects, and quickly dropped them entirely as they we

It was the best kind of job for me, I loved it and I got paid weekly, enough to eat, after my first paycheck, I had spent a full week starving, I tried to ask for my money beforehand but my boss who’s the meanest person ever, said no. How could such a cold hearted person be responsible for one of the best places in the world! There was no sleeping with a storm outside, I was up most of the night, I was up early and ready to go to work, I was slipping but pushed it down as I got out of her car and quickly walked over to the bookstore. I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read.

“Holy shite!” I spent the next hour going through page by page. However, it seemed that the book always managed to place a new page at the back as soon as I finished reading one page because I’d never gotten through the book despite the five hours of sleep that I’d foregone. Right before the breaks of dawn, I reached an interesting page filled with names.

The book is massive, easily over two thousand pages, the weight of it pulling at my arms. Of course it’s this complicated. I bite back my frustration, reminding myself that this might be the only chance I have to get answers. I carry the book to an alcove, the leather seat creaking as I lower myself into it. The book lands on the desk with a soft thud, dust rising around it in a lazy cloud. The first page is brittle, the ink faded, but I manage to make out the opening line as I try carefully not to tear the paper:

It was probably one of the contemporary romance books with a weak-ass female lead, a plot lacking storyline, and thousands of sex scenes, yet she seemed to cherish this one book. Suddenly, I became curious about the content of the book, I wanted to know what kind of book this book was, and because of the rough covers and the crisp edges, I could tell she had read it a lot of times. “The first page and you’re already declaring war?” I asked myself as I flipped the book open and read the chapter title. It seemed like I was in for a ride.

I spent the rest of the day reading Cyran’s books. There were fifty-four books altogether and I only managed to read part of the first book before falling asleep. This time when I read his book, I paid closer attention to the story he was telling. Now that I knew it wasn’t just a story he created in his head, I noticed more details.

The first book was from January – March, the second was from April – June, then, July – September, and lastly October – December. [That one. Page 20. That one, page 63. That one, page 43. And that one, page 60.] Phantom who heard everything loud and clear helped Shadow to show what page that didn't match the number. She delivered just the way it was as Midas picked each book with fascinating expression.

Every page in that book carries the day's mess on it. That week has none. I turned back one sheet. Then forward two. The letters are the wrong shape. Not by much. Somebody has taken care over it, and somebody has had the book in front of them while they did it — the loops rounder, the pen pressed harder, and on the sheets either side of it that is not how the numbers get made. Nobody cut a page out of my book. Somebody copied a week out, wrote it again, and put their version back in.