Random Page Of A Book Novels & Stories

'it wasn't. Eleanor sat down and pulled out the book she'd gotten from Gabby. What better way to divert her racing mind? She flipped pages randomly till she came across a page, which wasn't a page. It was cut into, with a smaller book hidden within that took up the rest of the page space underneath. She carefully pulled it out. It was an old brown leather cover with brownish pages. A pretty old book. She gently set down Bigfoot and opened the book, instantly getting sucked in.

The impact made me flinch. “I want you to study that for as long as you are here,” he said calmly. I looked down at the book in my hands. It was old, its cover plain and worn. Slowly, I opened it then frowned. The pages were blank. Every single one. I flipped through them again, my confusion deepening. “I can’t find anything in it,” I said cautiously, glancing up at him before looking back at the empty pages. “There’s nothing written here.” “That’s because you opened the wrong page,” he replied, unfazed.

I muttered, opening the first page. I needed to start working on myself so that I could erase all thoughts of Xavier’s sister from his memory. On the first page of the book was a table of content, showing all that was to be found in the book. I scrolled down from the introduction and jumped to “Casting your first spell.” I traced my finger on the dotted lines and found the page number. I opened the book and when I got to this page, I stopped. The name of the contact was boldly written in capital letters and it took the whole page. Opening to the next page, I found it’s content.

I got a bit tired and decided to keep the book and get some rest but when I stood up, the book left down and opened up again. I groaned in annoyance and picked the book up but something instantly caught my attention. I quickly flipped back to that page and when my eyes went over it again just to make sure I wasn't hallucinating, I nearly jumped up in joy. Right there on page 56, was the recipe for a love potion.

Probably because the shelf was old and creaky; any part of it could be affected if I touch any other. As I raised my hand to put back the book in its shelf, I noticed the book seemed different from the others. It was blue, and had blue stones on it. “hmmm.” I opened the book, and what I read, caught my interest. *MYSTERY WORDS CAN’T BE SEEN, BUT CAN BE BROUGHT TO THE PAGES, BY FIRE.* It was weird, but I turned to the next page, and it was blank. I turned to another, and it was also blank, until I flipped the pages until the end, and realized everything was blank.

One, matches the color of the moon. I carefully open it and immediately note how frail the pages are, it's clearly old. A burst of impatience seems to rip through me and I bring up the bulk of the book’s pages and flick to the end. I stop with about a quarter of the book left, since it isn’t completely filled out. There’s a list of names, going back hundreds of years.

I thought it was about the place called Santorini that is known for its beautiful architectural design- but I was wrong. The first 10 pages of the book are written in different languages. And every end of each page has a word 'code conduct- Sovrano' it's weird because there's no name of the author written. But the question in my mind answered when I saw the 11th page of the book.

Chapter Sixteen Sitting up on the mat, I stared down at the clothes, wondering what could be inside. Giving in to my curiosity, I started searching the clothes one after the door, and soon, a small book fell from the clothes, and glowed on my face. With a trembling hand, I picked the book, and opened to the first page, but it was blank. I gulped down nothing nervously, as I felt my curiosity, eating me up, pushing me to open to the next page, and as I did, I realized it was all blank. Letting out a deep sigh, I kept the book back in the place, and stood up, before walking out of the room.

The fact that there are many books in this library, I can say that he just randomly asked books to fill this place… “D. M" Hmm? That is the letter that is written in every last part of the page. It was cursive. “Should I… read this?” I was hesitant whether or not I should read this journal bit then… I find it hard to put it back. It was as if some force is telling me to read it. “Alright…” Madison, bring it on! Let’s read this book! The front page was a purely simple note for the title. There was no acknowledgment or any author's note.

I gulped down the lump in my throat, as I flipped the book page by page, checking out the images which getting scarier. After flipping like ten of the pages, I stopped abruptly as I sight something. 'History of vampires' was written boldly on one of the pages, and for some unknown reasons, I found myself getting curious about the previous images and the write-ups, and to clear my curiosity, I was forced to check the content of the book.