Reveries Book Novels & Stories

She had made her choice, and she would not dwell on things that could not be changed. On a quiet afternoon, Lyra found herself in the heart of an ancient library—a place she had visited many times before in her quests for forgotten memories. The library was vast, its shelves filled with scrolls and tomes that stretched back through the ages, documenting the lives, histories, and memories of countless souls. Dust hung in the air, illuminated by shafts of light that filtered through the tall windows. It was a place of peace, a sanctuary for those seeking knowledge.

He reminded her of her own words and Emma agreed feeling embarrassed. “Oh, yes.” With that, Henry ended the call and Emma stared at the shelf suspiciously, how could the door be opened? She started to think and then slowly, she pushed the side of the shelf, but it didn’t move, she then noticed a book which was out of order, she pulled it out and just like that the shelf slid from the side automatically, revealing a narrow door. Emma’s eyes popped open at this revelation, she opened the door with a curious heart and then entered the dark narrow path.

Her footsteps echoed like questions. In the far corner of the chamber, a book pulsed with subtle light. It was bound in worn, dark leather, edges trimmed in iron that shimmered with residual power. As she neared, the hum intensified, vibrating in the pit of her stomach. It recognized her. Or perhaps it remembered her. Her hand trembled as she reached out. The cover creaked open. The pages did not stay still. They burst to life, casting shimmering illusions into the air—living memories unfolding like dreams.

I nodded slowly, realizing what his answer truly meant: the Living Book wasn't here. Whether he didn’t trust me, or the danger was too great to carry it along, I didn’t know. But I stopped searching. Instead, I buried myself in the small cube Zevarion had gifted me, fingers working it restlessly as I tried to anchor my thoughts in the memory of his warmth, his arms, his voice. Each night grew colder. Each morning, darker. And then, on the eleventh day, just as the book had warned, we reached it. The horses slowed, snorting uneasily. Even the wind stilled, as though the very earth held its breath.

My head felt like it was going to burst, as if a great thunder had exploded inside my head. Spontaneously, I closed my eyes and groaned silently because strangely, no sound came out. "We will meet again, Lei. When we do, I hope you'll remember who you are even more." I tried to open my eyes. But the intense pain in my head overwhelmed everything. I floundered on the floor in pain. Then the darkness swallowed me up again. ~~oOo~~ "Lei, you're finally awake." My eyes blinked. The glare of the lights made me want to close my eyes again. However, a gentle touch on my hand brought me back to consciousness.

She was worried about wearing a bathing suit, and everyone would see the redness as if mosquitos had poked her, but she had nothing to worry about. Another yawn escapes my mouth. I grab my folder and return to my room. The TV sound was turned on, and Rex was lying on the bed snoring. It wasn't a loud and suffocating snore, and it was a manly snore. I chuckle and put back my folder inside my backpack. I used the restroom to relieve myself before going to bed. I slip under the blanket and cuddle next to Rex, wrap my arm around his waist, and lay my head against his chest. He stirs and pulls me close as his breath breeze through my skin, caressing.

He doesn’t show it to me, flipping through it himself. When he turns to show it to me, the book is named Gluttony. “I knew I’ve heard that name before. Revel is a Sin; Gluttony to be exact. Can you tell me if the man you spoke to looked like this?” he asks, leaning over to hand me the book. Swallowing nervously, I glance down at the illustration. There’s no doubting it’s him.

That childhood love was lost in childhood, but still can not forget that love, because it was the first love we experienced... ~ Revan Author's P. O. V. Revan finished another sketch of her as he looked at the clock; he kept the pencil on the desk and kept the sketch in his file as he left the room. he walked to the bathroom and started the shower. He closed his eyes and saw her again, his love, his first love, his Shona.