Pore Over A Book Novels & Stories

A photo was displayed on the top of the shelf. Carlene’s expression appeared extremely sorrowful. She stopped midway into the study room and took a deep breath. Then, she stretched out a hand to the bookshelf and a square hole suddenly appeared on the wall as if she had just pulled some sort of mechanism. Inside the hole sat a book. It was a wordless book—not a single word written in it. However, Carlene rifled through it gently as if she could read it. Soon after, she stopped at a page and brought over a glass of water that she splashed onto the page. Two names slowly appeared on the page after it was wet.

The book was older than anything Olivia had ever seen, its cover a deep shade of maroon, almost dark enough to be black, with intricate golden symbols etched into the surface. When her fingers brushed the pages, she felt the pulse of magic flow through her. It was as if the book itself recognized her touch—knew that she was the one meant to uncover its secrets.

My eyes wandered around, taking in the familiar surroundings that had become my sanctuary in this new pack house. I walked over to the shelves lined with books, their spines adorned with intricate designs and titles that spoke of knowledge waiting for me to grasp. My gaze was drawn to a particular book, it's cover bound in worn leather and its pages yellowed with age. Although I had a book I was currently reading, curiosity got the better of me as I approached the bookshelf and reached out for the aged volume. As I held it in my hands, a surge of anticipation coursed through me.

Maybe because it's morning, she decided to take the book out of it's shelf. It seems that this part of the library isn't used. There is a space at the back, it was dim. The book she is holding right now is full of dusk, she blows the dusk from it's cover and then opens it. There's also a table at the back, so she went there and blew the dusk on the table. After that she opened the book continuously and began to read it. ~•~How to create core~•~ Katara's eyes widened, what the hell? Is this true? She immediately read the next paragraph to confirm, if she's right then maybe she can create a core one?!

Apart from the size being thrice smaller compared to our previous apartment, the room only had one small window and doesn't have AC. So before Penelope's forehead could produce sweat, we started studying the book. The book had almost a thousand pages. What I proposed to maximize our scanning was we equally divided the number of pages. For the first half of the book, Penelope took a look at them while the rest were mine. We studied and read every image and word written on every page. We still don't know what exactly we are looking for but as long as it has something to do with the creation of the cure to get rid of Karen's monster without killing her human side.

>POV: CARRIE Thе nоtеbооk іѕ becoming mу constant соmраnіоn. I’vе read аnd rе-rеаd іt ѕо many tіmеѕ, thеrе аrе paragraphs I knоw vеrbаtіm. I dесіdе іt’ѕ tіmе to leave mу mark.

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.

My exhaustion riddled eyes can’t believe what’s laid out before me while the recently uncovered book sits on my lap invitingly; I remain motionless as I ogle downwards in amazement at my recent discovery, shocked to my very core while I study its dust-caked cover. I blow a sharp gust of air towards the dated leather, hoping to clean it to no avail as only a small gathering of the collected debris comes away. I carefully run my hand over the crisp and dry covering, brushing the remaining grime away allowing the barely visible royal blue pigment to break through even more than it already had done before.

His dark orbs pierced through my eyes. "I see you are making quite good use of the library." He chuckles, flipping through the chapters of the book and settling on a particular page. A smirk graced his lips as he started reading the portion of the book with a low, gruff voice: "For a moment, I wonder what to do about the panties. Christian’s avaricious fingers tore right through them under the dinner table. There’s no point in keeping them on. I... "

His gaze slowly swept across every corner, as if he was trying to understand something that couldn’t be explained with words alone. This is where she has been living all this time. This thought came to him suddenly, stirring something in his chest—subtle yet real. His instincts stirred. He took a few steps towards the study desk near the window. Several books were neatly arranged on the desk. There weren't many, but enough to reveal a habit. Some of them looked like they had been opened frequently—the edges of their pages were slightly yellowed and had small folds marking certain parts. Yoren touched one of the books with the tip of his finger. His touch was light, almost without pressure, a