The History Book On The Shelf Is Always Repeating Itself นิยาย & เรื่องราว

That's why the reason that this book is being destroyed in the first place is because it can lead to mass confusion as well as history distortion' He thought as he rested his head leaning it on the wall with his upper body against it covering his lower body with his blanket as he resumed reading the book After a few seconds, he was about to set the book from the top of the bedside table to look at the window in refreshing his mind for a bit. When he saw some intriguing - said structures of the olden empire that was pretty much similar to the way their empire was built because of the constructive sentences that he reads in the book

He took a deep breath, and tried to relax back on the chair so that he could be focused on the book he was reading. After a while he was already so tired of reading the book. He wished he could just stand up right now and go and do something else, but that's really not possible, because there was really nothing for him to do right now, so he just has to remain there in the library. He dropped the book on the table as he tried to shut his eyes and focused on something else. But somehow he felt like going ahead to read the book again. He sighed heavily and slowly took up the book again. He resumed back to the book and this time he tried to be focused on it, as he kept searching for the main hi

This wasn’t a simple love triangle. This was unfinished history. And history doesn’t fade quietly. It fights to repeat itself. ---

Not emotionally. Not politically. Mechanically. Victoria crossed her arms slowly. “This assumes loss is necessary,” she said. Samuel nodded. “It is.” Amelia frowned. “Based on what?” Eleanor answered without hesitation. “History.” That word again. History. It had been used so many times in this room already that it no longer felt like context. It felt like authority. Julian finally spoke again. “What has history shown?” Eleanor’s voice softened slightly. “That systems which retain everything eventually collapse under their own completeness.”

“Meaning?” He pointed to the way the serpent’s tail ended unfinished, bitten halfway through. “They’re telling you it’s begun again… but not complete. They’re rebuilding.” The courtyard lights flickered. A hush fell over the guards. From somewhere in the distance came the faint toll of a bell, one that hadn’t rung since the day Bianca burned her stepmother’s altar to ash. Bianca rose slowly. “They think history will repeat,” she said. “But history bends to the will of those who survived it.”

Cora About three hours later I am…over books. As a genre, in their entirety. My hands are dusty, and I’m sick of the smell of musty old pages, and they’re just so boring – Page after page of history regarding shifter worship practices – who genuflected to this god, and how, and where, and for how long, and the minute changes in the practices… I groan, pushing my twentieth book away from me and looking dourly at the stack of about fifty still left in my pile.

she holds the little pink book aloft, “Is the key to everything. It’s not just a fairy tale, it's a history book.” “And how do you know this?” I interrogate her. “Why exactly should we believe you?” "Old fables and fairy tales, poems, and songs, have all been used over time to help all of us remember things that shouldn't be forgotten.This story tells a brief version of the history of our kind--about where we come from and how we came to be as we are." "If that's true, then why wouldn't we know this? How come it isn't common knowledge?

There were thousand of shelves everywhere like a maze and as I walked I started to fear that I would get lost, There were even books that were stacked long from floor to ceiling. I turned my head to look at them, careful not to bump into them and get myself in trouble. What was I even looking for? Where would I even start? Then the words of that voice rang in my head. “A great war is coming. A great evil we have fought before. Time is running out. Remember me and renew our binding soul or all will be lost.” “A binding contract…” I started making my way to the history section and grabbed a book opening it.

But I remember. I was there when the first circles were drawn. I spoke with gods in the quiet between storms. I touched the pulse of the world before it was caged by names and rules. I am not a villain. I am history. And history always repeats itself. My footsteps echo on the stone floor as I enter the inner chamber. There, a pool of black water ripples with my presence. It is not water, not truly. It is shadow. Memory. A mirror that obeys me.

I let out a breath in mild relief, I still felt the spooks and chills I felt earlier but I tried to calm and pacify myself by telling myself that it was merely a library and not much could go wrong from here but it was still unbelievable even to my own ears. I walked past the first shelf of books and took in their old and hard exterior, From here all the shelves in the spacious room seemed to be brimming with books like this. Do all alphas like books? Are they all obsessed with history? I walked into the next adjourning row lining my fingers through the dusty books placed on the shelf and feeling like a main character in some novel. I didn't particularly have any interest in history, and the