The Loop Book Novels & Stories

"let's hope it works because I think this book is going to give us a hard time to find it, knowing that it likes to remain hidden." We formed a circle reaching each other's arms, allowing some space in between us. "custom samdi ester mano, dam a also curno laus, custom samdi ester mano, dam a also curno laus." I opened my eyes to see if the book has presented itself, but no book showed up before us, just like I have expected. We all exhaled and turned our eyes towards all the books that stood still on the shelves. I curved my eyebrows knowing that we were defeated by some book, yet I was still determined to find it.

The voice of the Original Father echoed again: “Sophia, Lukas! What you’re thinking—you’ve tried it ten thousand times before. Every time you’ve come to this graveyard, every time you’ve held the drive—and every time you’ve failed. This graveyard is a time loop. You are merely a repeating chapter of our cosmic experiment!” The drive in my hand suddenly began to glow. I saw engraved on its surface: “Chapter 59: End.” Was all our memory just a part of this loop? Will we ever be free?

A happy life. . . **** So these were the last three bonus chapters and an EPILOGUE. I hope you liked the story. Thank you so much for reading it and supporting it. The journey was indeed long, right? Thank you again for loving Hazel and Christian. If you want to read their youngest child's story, you can DM me on my I* for the adress. Their youngest child's story name is "that's my girl" but it's not on Goodnovel. It's a free book.

Rae was jumping in her seat with anticipation when I walked in the room. “I guess you found something then” I smirked. “Johnny this book I don’t understand what it is but it is full of acrostic poems but looking at this one particular poem, its layered with more secrets and hidden messages on top. All poems have hidden meanings that’s the basis of every poem but this book is so cleverly written. Look at this page the book and the amulet together- look here,” she showed me the page I had found with the book and Amulet on a stone plinth.

"And I’ve been waiting for the 'Origin' to arrive. You’ve caused quite a mess, Kaima." "The show is over," I said, stepping forward. "Rowan is in the Author's Room. He has the Key." The Senior Editor chuckled—a dry, rasping sound. "The Author's Room? Is that what he called it? Oh, child. There is no 'Author's Room.' There is only the **Feedback Loop**." He tapped his cane on the marble floor.

If anyone ever enters with me. They must leave. The loop depends on me remaining alone. Two people change the pattern. My heart pounded so loudly I could barely hear the waterfall anymore. Molly quietly waited. She hadn't interrupted once. Finally she asked, "What does it say?" I looked at her. Really looked. She wasn't supposed to be here. Not according to the journal. She had changed something. Somehow. I closed the book carefully. "It says..." I struggled to keep my voice steady. "...that this place is a time loop."

Joy smiled, as she finished her brief summary of the book. "Wow. I am speechless. What later happened? Did he give in or disciplined himself?" Kevin and Rachael simply looked on as the two were speaking. "It is left for you to find out. The title of the book is WEIRD FEELING BY PROF ISRAEL. Do search it up on G****e, so as to know which app you can easily read it from. I am eagerly waiting for the part 2 of that book," Joy stated, as Andrew nodded.

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

And whispered: “Grandfather.” The air in the room was freezing. Liam gorged. Mira went backwards. Emil slowly lifted the blue book from the table. His hands trembled. He beat it. And this time there was not my writing. Noahs. He read with a gross voice: When Noah meets himself, the loop is not broken. She's grown up . The older Noah stepped a step closer. Then he looked at me. Not the younger Noah. Just me. His voice became soft.

MARY’S POV "The spiritual man judges all things, yet he himself is judged of no man." (1 Corinthians 2:15) The air in the room was thick with the scent of cheap air freshener and disinfectant; the heat of five bodies packed into a space meant for two hung in the air. I sat at the head of the circle, my Bible open to the Book of Proverbs. My phone vibrated continuously inside my denim skirt pocket.