Secret Of Books の小説・ストーリー

One of the bookshelves was sawed out, turning it into something of a secret compartment. Where is the best place to hide a book? A library, of course. But it was more than just a book—a thin booklet barely finger-wide and with a red binding, a color that she found creepily similar to dried blood. Fine. She didn’t actually think it was dried blood. Back then, she was only interested in the book’s contents—gates and portals to other worlds, other lives, other countries... If she had no other way to travel, that was how she would do it. Books also helped to forget things...and herself.

"He's not going to be happy with me, wherever he is." She immediately started gathering the books. "I'm sorry, Uncle," she whispered, carefully arranging them one after the other. She was almost done with arranging the books when something caught her eye. It was a book she'd never seen before with the words "The Secret of the Miasma." boldly written on it.

Setting the picture to the side, Violet looked at the other things that were inside the drawer. The first thing that caught her eye was a small black book. The page Violet opened was a list. There was a name of a city, a first and last name, then a number, and finally an address. This had to be what Jeremy was looking for. She set the book to the side and looked at the rest of the contents. Some of them were letters discussing this Richard Morgan she’d heard so much about. Whoever he was, he was not only a thorn in the alpha’s side but a lot many other people.

Old Katty would have blotted out her mind. “Fine! ”I spat. He had some books in his hands, old and dusty, the biggest books I've seen ever. “what's that for? ” “it's yours to read. ” he shoved other books aside and dropped it on the table. “you don't need all these but this. ” he said. “This book holds all the secrets of this land and no one except the Royal Family is allowed to open. You should study it well, especially the maps and the prophesies. Hopefully, you'll find yourself in them. ”

"She didn't think anyone was in here." I lick my lips, feeling oddly drawn to the book. "What is it?" "Something really rare," Alice says. "There are only a few like it in the world. It's called, 'The Secret History of Magic.' It tells the real story of magic. It helps you to understand that there are many ways to look at everything." "Okay," I say. It's starting to feel like I'm stuck in Alice's fantasy. Next thing I know she'll be telling me she knows how to fly.

“Someone sent me this…” It was a picture of him in bed with a woman. It looked like it had probably been taken in secret. However, although the two of them could not be considered completely naked, their clothes were disheveled. Still, what they had just experienced was apparent. “What happened here?” I ask. “I suspect, this would only get worst…” he sighs as he pinches his brows. I understand completely. He’s going to stand for the Presidential elections soon. This cannot go on. “Is there a mole in your security?”

Emily said later. "This is part of our agreement, Emily. Your secret will always be safe with me as long as you are mine. That means no one is allowed to approach you because you are mine. I don't care who that man is," Liam answered later and of course Emily couldn't. answer it. Liam always brings her secret work with her. She becomes unable to speak anymore if Liam brings up her work every time. On the other hand, at this time Raphael gaped at that. 200 pages in two days?

Chapter Four NaTHaLie Wrapping my blanket around me tighter, I toss in my bed for the umpteenth time. There is no use trying, I don't think I can sleep with so much on my mind. I need to clear my head and there is only one way to do that. I walk out of my room, making my way to a room across the hallway, it is a small studio I designed with some help from Betsy. I have something like this back at home and I like to spend a lot of time there especially when there is a lot on my mind. In a way, this small studio comforts me. Inside the studio are some blank canvas, paints, drawing books, easels, brushes, charcoals, and some of my old paintings.

She didn’t know what to do. “I think this should be a good one we can share.” After leaving her to fight off her confusion for some ten minutes, Martin walked to her with one thick old book. That book seemed rare. A book in Fashion Business Management? She looked at it and looked at Martin. He was grinning once again.

He said to her and her heart missed a beat at the thought. “I can only do the little I can, so whatever secret you know you have, …” He said. “I don’t have any secrets.” She snapped at him and he could say no more.