Reversed Book Novels & Stories

"It's like I've had a life here before, according to the words here it says that the Forbidden Forest is home to the many planes, realms and worlds all intertwined. It home to demons, monsters, spirits and many supernatural beings not seem anywhere in this world. This book is far more accurate than anything in our royal library, where'd you get it?" "From some shelve in my family's secret library." Charles replies. "By the way when do you think you'll be done? I need to return that." Sebastian ignores him and carries on. "I don't understand how I can read this book yet, the words keep changing." Suddenly the book's pages start to flip itself endlessly. "Did you do something bud?" Charles ask

“These vain pups were trying to bewitch my mate and convince her to choose them once the festival has ended. She is fated to me and shall return with me at once to Brokenmane. A cacophony of noises filled their immediate surroundings, but it was a dull buzzing noise compared to the leadeness that immediately filled Cassie and threatened to swallow her whole. Fated? To such a merciless man who would be Alpha to the Brokenmane pack? Their trail of destruction was long and well known. There wasn’t one of their kind alive who didn’t know to steer clear of messing with them, and yet now here they were. Nora, who just wanted to fall in love and start the rest of her life had found her mate, but it

She's shouting. _______________ Benedick reads a Magazine in his mini-library. He didn't have his mind on what he was reading. A lot was going on in Benedick's mind he couldn't be bothered with. Recently someone approached him and said that the Hacienda has not been doing well since Sheilla took over. He also studied Alysia's case several times even though she was busy with various businesses, he found out that all transactions in the transfer of her properties in Shiella's name were valid. That clean working. Benedick knew how much it was

The room suddenly feels colder. I should leave. I turn to go— But my elbow knocks the edge of the small table beside the bed. The book she was holding drops to the floor with a thud. I sigh and bend down, picking it up. The cover is still upside down. But when I flip it, so the cover is upside down and the spine faces the floor, something strange happens. The text inside is perfectly upright. My fingers freeze on the page. I flip back to the front. The title is wrong-side up again.

“Busy with what?” “Reading.” He purse his lips, his face muscles contracting. Much like he was suppressing a laugh. “Really.” “Yes really. Unlike you, I am interested in cultivating myself.” He waved his head, smirking and making me feel like he was sad for me. “Taylor.” “Yes.” I held my chin high. “The book of upside down.” My eyes grew wider. I blinked immediately. Smiling from ear to ear th next instant. “I want to get a fresh perspective. Some things are better understand the other way around.”

Good day my lovely readers, I know it has been a long time since I updated this book and I want to say sorry for that. When I started this book, I had a vision for how I wanted the story to start till the way it was going to end, but along the way, I diverted, which led to me having writer's block and rewriting and rewriting a whole lot of the chapters again and again. I thought I could make it work but it has been proving difficult so I wanted to ask for your patience and understanding till I'm able to trace back my steps and rewrite most of the chapters again.

A user with no name, only a symbol: A Silver Quill. ​"CHAPTER 128: THE AUTHOR'S REVENGE. YOU FORGOT... I HAVE AN UN-PUBLISHED MANUSCRIPT." ​Suddenly, the Respiration’s engines ignited on their own. The ship didn't fly forward; it began to Fly Backward—reversing through the events of the last ten chapters at impossible speed. ​"We’re being 'Undone'!" Elia screamed. ​The "Story" was being Rewound.

I raised my right hand. SNAP. A pulse of violet mana rippled from my fingers, expanding outward in concentric circles. Not the cold biting magic of the Winter Wand. A delicate weaving force - the Chronos-Reversal for fragments - I'd glimpsed in the forbidden section of the library. Shredded papers on the floor twitched. Like film played in reverse, scraps lifted into air, spinning in a frantic whirlwind of white and ink. They aligned, edges knitting together with the sound of a thousand closing zippers. Books slammed shut, spines mended, pages pristine.

Let it be irreversible. Let this end.

The clouds above were churning low, like a storm had forgotten how to break. At the bookstore, the front light flickered once when she unlocked the door. Then again when she stepped inside. The air was stale in a way it had never been before, like the whole shop had held its breath while she was gone. Shelves creaked softly behind her as she turned on the desk lamp. She froze. A stack of books near the window was toppled — somehow all collapsed outward in a perfect spiral. No wind. No draft. Just… rearranged. She picked up the top book. Dreams in the Soil. She didn't remember shelving this. Its leather cover was warm in her hands. Almost too warm. She opened it, just to check for a bookmark