The Book With No Picture Novels & Stories

I tell her meaning every single ounce of every syllable. “I’ve missed you – Hey what is this?” She halts midsentence and points to a book on the top shelf a few inches from where I’m perched. “This?” I say pulling a thick black book out from the shelf. “Yeah, let me see it.” She says and I hand it down to her and jump down myself to stand next to her. The book is plain with no title or markings. When Lamia opens it the pages are also blank. “That’s strange,” I say flipping another page in her hands.

“Please? Pretty please?” I sighed and finally relented, although my fingers were already black from handling this seemingly ancient book. I flipped to the next page, where the story immediately began. There was no cover page, and no title to be seen anywhere. “Once upon a time,” I read, deciding that it wasn’t worth arguing about and that I could make something up if the story got strange, “there was an old man who lived all by himself.” A strange premise for a kids’ book, I thought to myself, but kept reading.

I cough when it raises a puff of dust into the air on its way. “I gave you all the ones with more pictures,” Roger murmurs, closing his book and reaching for his next as well. “Wanted to make it easy on you.” My mouth drops open in a little outrage at his implication there but then I see the upturned corner of his lip. “Liar,” I say, smiling down at my book as I open the cover. The title page reads A Complete History of the Cults of the Dark God, 1862. “You just didn’t want to get your hands and clothes dusty touching all these old ones.” Passively, I gesture to my clothes – which are indeed covered in a light layer of grey library dust.

I smiled and nodded. "Give me a minute; I'll be right back." She gave me the book and went away. I searched through the colorful book for more pictures until they were through while waiting for her to return. Soon I started on another book in the box. Unfortunately, most of the books were just words, and I could not read them yet. As I was about to give up searching for more books with pictures, I found one. I opened it, and I was surprised to see what it was all about. I couldn't read, but the picture of a white wolf with the same marking as mine allowed me to know that this book was not any ordinary book. It was a book about my pack, The River Pack Members. Why did Madison have a book abou

"Well, it's... It's hard to explain, the book explains it all." "Is it interesting?" She asked looking at the book cover, it was of a young teenager holding a lamp in what looked to be a dark cave, a bat was hanging of his hands and an old witch was behind him. "It looks interesting," She muttered. "It is," He assured. She nodded her head with a small smile and placed her iPods in back, resting her head back against the car seats, she closed her eyes.

Never in my entire life will I be caught by a book. I picked the book entitled Règles and put it in the corner of the table. The titles say that I won't be happy if I read it. I decided to start reading the book entitled Château, it looks trouble-free, I slowly opened the book and closed it again. I changed my mind, I put it in the corner together with the book Règles. I really hate books! I stare at the book for how many minutes and for the first time, something got my attention, a book got my attention! It is a book without a title but there is a mark on it, a wany crescent, the Cravens mark.

The book was old and worn out with the faded red spine and the colorful cover. It was the only book on the shelf that wasn’t a self help book or a book about werewolves and it was ‘The Secret Garden’, I opened it and thumbed through the pages until I found what I was looking for. The picture was folded in squares and it was worn out from age and frequent use. Before opening it up, I could tell you exactly what was in the picture frame by frame because of the amount of times I have seen it.

I press my hand to him, trying to get him to stay still. “I can help,” I murmur, fumbling with the heavy book in my lap. He pauses, eyes darting to the old book. His gaze hardens in suspicion but then softens. He recognizes what it is. I flip frantically through the brittle pages. 39… 91… 180… Focus. My fingers finally find the right page and relief washes over me when I spot the illustrations. I place the book next to me and take the bag, searching for the right leaves stuffy stuff. I do not know what. At least the book has pictures in color.

“Uh, hi?” “Oh, hi!” She sets her book down on the counter and looks at me as if she honestly didn’t know I was there. She takes a deep sniff of the air and gives me a broad smile. She’s cute with big blue eyes, but I’m distracted by the book. It’s a picture book called ‘Pudgy Pup Plays Pretend’. I think my parents used to read that to me when I was a kid. Based on the concentration she was showing, I would have sworn it was going to be the Iliad or War and Peace or something.

After saying that, he pointed to the book in my hand, “Are you curious about this tribe, my lady? I'm afraid you won't find anything; that's the only record of it we have. The tribe is oddly strange; they've never appeared in public before.” I pressed my lips together. “So there's nothing about them at all?” Gregor was about to shake his head when he suddenly stopped. “We don't have books related to them, but I came across a certain book that might be connected to them two years ago.” When I heard that, my eyes lit up. “Can I see the book?” Gregor nodded before walking away. Soon after, he brought a thin and small book, which had its covers torn. “I found the book by mere coincidence, but th