Rewinding Book Novels & Stories

Hastily, she turned the book back to the front and clarified the author she just read and it was truly the same author that created the book ‘In the Gods Own Hands,’ the book she got from her birthday. And now, thinking about it, everything seemed clearer. “He gave me the book!” she said in realization. A scowl painted her face. She placed the book back on the table with a heavy force and tightly clenched her fist as another awareness dawned on her, “Damn you for toying with me again.” Oddly enough, a strong gush of wind opened the pages of the book on its own and the page stopped to where it showed a picture of the emerald necklace that used to be the Vhillana heirloom.

Anything. Her fingers grasped a small, forgotten journal. She threw it across the room, the pages fluttering like wounded birds. Moments after she threw it, a forgotten memory resurfaced, and her head snapped to where the book landed–just in front of the door. She rushed to pick it up as a fresh wave of memories crashed down upon her. Her fingers slowly grazed over the cover, nostalgia settling in. A small, strained sigh escaped her lips as she tentatively opened the book.

It reminded me how much Jay cared. I wore my panties, sports bra, and a pair of shorts. I walked over to his side and wore one of his tees. They were much comfier than mine. Once I was ready, I re-entered his bedroom and all I wanted was to lie on the bed and pass out. But one look at the library reminded me that I had some work to do. I wondered how the hell a guy who was a clean freak could deal with this mess he called a library. I actually knew it. He read lots of books at the same time and managed to lose all of his bookmarks. So he just kept his books open and upside down on any surface he could find. I started sorting them out.

You can return anything to any of the other libraries. Once Sally was outside, she opened the book. Flashes of images starting running through her mind like a video on fast forward. Only these were images of the scrolls and certain symbols stood out to her. She was vaguely aware of her team trying to reach her, but it was like the book stole their speed. They were moving slower than in slow motion. The book was giving her the answers she needed and when it was done, she fell to the pavement and started to scream. Her head was pounding worse than a migraine.

As for Conrad, in his excitement, he probably felt like the heavens were helping him. [So, what do you think?] [Not bad.] [That's it?] I smiled slightly and had a premium dessert sent out. I would always return favors tenfold. It wasn't a debt to repay, but a lifelong goodwill. And I sent one more text over. [Mr. Reese, perhaps you should strike while the iron is hot.] [Ms. Harmon, have you thought this through?] [Of course.] Since we were already cooperating, I couldn't afford to hesitate on the first move after my rebirth.

Henry replied. The Eternal Seasons was a resort that provided various activities. The location was marvelous and isolated from the rest of the world. It was like entering wonderland the moment you stepped foot into the Eternal Seasons. Coincidentally, Liam was at another booth on the second floor. Olivia passed an agreement before him, saying, "The rights to your book are about to expire next month. This is the new agreement; I hope you can read it." Liam replied, "I've told you before. I can't accept a buyout over it."

Just the same way I managed to stare at the picture of that creature until I could finally decipher that it was a wolf, I was going to do the same for the words and finally be able to read what it says. I marched to the library after eating and was about taking the book when I noticed that another book was out of place. The person that was cleaning the library must’ve done it buy mistake. I pulled out the book and looked at the cover. It was brown and old. The cover was peeling off. I opened the book and noticed that the first few pages were torn out. I skimmed through the book. The pages were all blank. That was odd. Could it just be an empty journal? I turned to the back and again, another

“Don’t let it close again…Vincent, please!” He lunged forward, slashing through the chains. Sparks flew and shadows shrieked. Each chain he broke writhed back into smoke. The journal fell to the ground, its pages flapping open. The words glowed bright red, like flames: “She is mine.” Vincent roared as he tore the pages away, but every page he ripped turned into smoke and returned to the book. The ghost's voice echoed around him. “You can’t destroy what rewrites itself, fox. This book is her life. Every scream, every scar, every betrayal is written in ink that never fades. If you burn it…you burn her name.”

From the corner of my eyes, she returned to the spot she was seating before, resting her back and her hawk eyes straight back at us. There was no table of content in the book, so the only thing we could do is start right from the beginning and to start flipping one after the other. “Because of you, I’ll tell you to start from the end. It’s faster that way.” Arnold looked up at her, a low growl escaping his throat. I pushed his head down to the book, a small smile on my face as I muttered a thank you to her grim face. We turned the back of the book, each of the chapters explaining a particular light on something. We started flipping one after the other, flipping to the thirtieth page before w

“Quinn!” Graham opened the door wide and crossed his arms. “Can you not do this!” He shouted. “My mate is acting weird. I need the book now.” Reid said. Quinn entered in her robe and she rolled her eyes then, she pulled out a thick book with a new cover and handed it to him. “Here, dummy.” Quinn rolled her eyes again. “I fixed it into a new cover. “Thanks.” He stood and skimmed on the book. “By the way, there should be some good news when both of you are fucking nonstop.”