Side View Of A Book Novels & Stories

Alisha pov : Sitting at the balcony of my apartment, holding a coffee cup in my right hand, and holding a book in my left hand, sipping the coffee while giving a brief glances to the light sprinkling rain with a cooler breezy wind making me cool from outside but this coffee making my insides feeling hot.

Why she died. After giving a glare, he stood from the wooden chair and strode to the shelf behind him. The bookshelves seemed like they would collapse any moment under the pressure of the numerous books and files stuffed into them. Each one with a label, organised in neat rows on the shelves He looked at the third column and then at the fourth column. Each book was identical, but only the Mage would ever know every book and their locations. He took out a medium sized book that looked different from the others. It was bound with beautiful teal leather that caught my eye.

the entire room is lit and I get a better view of where I am. There are thousands of books from ceiling to floor and different mirrors all around the room with strange drawings above them " come here Sala and take a look at this " I walk over to a table that's at the centre of the room and sit down, Tabi hands me a book, it's very clear that it is an old book, I pass my hand over the hard cover, the design is so beautiful " can I open it? " she nods.

Rudra says as he takes the book from my hand to show me the page I opened. The page has drawing of one man and woman without face entwined to each other in sitting position where the woman is on the top. "Ahhhhhhh! What kind of person keeps a book like this. Oh my eyes. What have I seen? Put it aside." I say as I look away and he takes me towards the sofa. "Why? It is the reason you are happy, aren't you?" He say as he pushes me to take a seat and hovers above me.

Then he kissed her. Goosebumps appeared on Adler’s skin as he closed the book while gritting his teeth. ‘This is too cheesy!’ he shouted inwardly. "Nothing to see here besides comics," he sighed. Planning to stride out, his feet halted upon looking at the bookshelves again. He noticed that the books were put in a pattern. Three horizontal and three vertical. But at the center, the pattern was broken. One book was placed wrong. Then next, the pattern repeated again.

I don’t try touching it again. Closing the box, I approach the shelves. I take out the book closest to me. Brushing off the dust, I realize it’s a strategy book, written in delicate penmanship. The paper is fragile, but the tome is bound with great care. The other side of the shelf seems to have hard-bound journals. It’s like an entire couple’s life secured in one small room. I hear a scraping sound, and I turn my head to see Robert picking up a stack of small portraits from one of the iron boxes in the corner.

My mind went back to the present after hearing Diane. "What about it? What's that?" I asked when I saw her holding a book. So she's been looking at this place just for a book? "Come here, let's see the inside." She sat on the floor, the dusty floor and it will surely make her dirty. But even more, I followed what she did to take a good look at the book she was holding. I used the torch in my hand to see the title of this book that has a black hard cover. "Three Dimensions to the other world?" Even in the title, I could tell that this is not just a normal one. I would like to see the content then.

"I wasn't going to" "Liora. You can look at it." She looked at him. At the book. Back at him. "It's in a case," she said. "The latch is.. ." "Left side. Lift and pull." She set her mug on the side table and went to it with the careful focused energy of someone approaching something they genuinely respected. The case opened. She lifted the book out with both hands, the automatic reverence of a bookseller handling something old and real, and turned it over slowly.

He shrugged, his own concentration stuck on the book. He was curious as well as I was. Finally, I gave the book a long scrutinizing look, turning it this way and that all the while buying Neilla time. It was a book alright, one without a way to view its content. It had a vial like structure fixed into the hard cover on the front. In that vial was blood slushing as I moved the book about. It was off-putting in every way including the foul odor emanating from it. I flicked at the cover with my middle finger, raising my eyes in surprise when Sapphira flinched.

But as I removed the book, I caught a glimpse of a figure through the gap I took the book from. Is someone else here? I moved closer, pressing myself against the shelf to see who was there and what I saw made me freeze. There, on the other side of the bookshelf, sat a young boy who seemed about my age. He was bent over a book and completely absorbed in whatever he was reading.