Novel & Cerita The Book With No Picture

What the hell is happening here? “What the fuck?” I say. Is this some kind of prank that Victor’s decided to pull? He should know that we are not in high school anymore, and this kind of behaviour is nothing but stupid. I don’t understand what this means, but I know it’s nothing good. I don’t know what to do. Should I touch the book? Should I even go near it? What if something bad happens to me if I do touch the book? The book finally stops moving, and it stays on one page. There’s an image in the book. I look hard at what’s being portrayed, and it’s the image of a beast with large horns.

Until today, he noticed Jeffrey had forgotten to lock the door after their evening session and made up his mind to make use of the opportunity. Zayn's eyes scanned through the books of the forbidden section and eventually found the one he wanted. "The King who never was" He smiled as he picked the book from the shelf and had his seat on the ground with the lamp illuminating the environment. He opened the book to discover the pages were blank and gasped in shock. Zayn spent several minutes flipping from page to page until he noticed only the centre page had ink written up. The story of the 'king who never was' was written on just one page and the others were blank to discourage one who had no

Not sure exactly what I was looking for but I figured I’d know it when I see it. After walking back and forth down a couple isles, I turned the corner to go down a third row of shelves when something caught my eye. I walked straight to this book that was pulled out further than the rest. I tried to blow some of the dust off and all that managed to do was send me into a sneezing fit. I pulled the book out and looked at the cover. I could tell was that it was an old book; it looked like it could crumple to a million pieces at any time. I wiped some of the dust off the front cover but there was nothing on it. No title or author or picture; nothing.

There the first page was a blank page and the second page depicts the title of the book, it was about a story "The little Princess," he whispered through the room because he knew that no one can hear him inside or outside but still he needs to be careful. So he shut his mouth again while focusing his view on the book more like it was making his spine have shivers as well as goosebumps all over his skin 'So it was based on a true story after all, what is the meaning of this and why did it have to be one of his treasures? The author was not even mentioned at all'

Cole brings it to me, sitting back down on the couch while the kids roll around with their toys on the rug in front of us. Maeve is slack in Aviva’s arms, both of them fast asleep on the opposite couch. I smile at the image and quietly rip the paper away. It’s a book. Smaller than average and bound by fresh leather. There’s no title engraved on the cover. I look up at Cole, thinking he’d be smiling and a little pink in the cheeks in anticipation for my reaction, but he looks grave. I open it. It’s a printed rendition of the Book of Whispers.

Flipping back and forth, he saw that the recipe was the same on every page. "Husband figure out?" Tink asked, standing on her tiptoes to look at the book. "No," Mike said, flipping to the very first page. What use was a recipe book with only one recipe? His vision blurred, and he rubbed his eyes. Closing the book, he stared at the outside. It had no title on it, but it did have a picture of a triangle on the spine. Mike ran his finger over the golden grooves of the shape, tilting the book so Tink could get a good look.

It contained a single book. “Woah! This is crazy,” Roger whispered. Lazarus walked up to the book, it was in a glass protective casing. “You didn’t know this was here, did you?” Velma asked. “No, I didn’t,” he clarified. Lazarus inspected the book. “What is it?” Nigel demanded. “It’s so beautiful,” Clarke admired. Lazarus gulped when he realized what it was. “It’s the Book of The God’s.”

Briana POV I went to my desk to pull out three large books and handed them to Noah. Without a word, he accepted them. I watched while he opened the book at the top and was silent, seemingly engrossed with its contents. “It’s the children’s baby book. From birth up to their birthday last year.” I informed him. He nodded absent-mindedly. His eyes never left the page as he scanned it. It seemed like he was lost in what he was seeing and had forgotten about me, but I didn’t mind.

"Come on. I think you'll like this one." Tightness in my stomach, I stiffly lie myself down next to Emma. She's only a few inches from me and scoots closer to cut the distance in half. "There's pictures," she explains. Offended, I frown. "I'm not five years old." "Yeah, I know. This isn't a picture book. There are just illustrations. See, look." Emma flips through the book, finds the page she wants, then leans towards me and puts the book in front of my face.