The Page Turners Novels & Stories

Many people were willing to pay a handsome sum for Blake's notes—they weren't easy to find, yet I'd gotten a bag full of them without even knowing it! I couldn't believe Mr. Stone was Blake's father! Lila hadn't gotten these notes in her past life, yet I'd gotten them because of my kindness. My shock grew as I went through the rest of the notes. They were neatly labeled and arranged by subject and difficulty. This was a priceless treasure that had been bestowed upon me without me even realizing it.

"I know, miss Reed, and I'm terribly sorry for the interruption. Unfortunately, it's unavoidable. There are some guests who insist on seeing you. I told them that you won't be seeing anyone today but they won't budge." I sighed, rubbing my brows to ease the tension building in my head. "Do they have an appointment?" "No, ma'am. But they say they're from Deluxe Conglomerates and they want to work with us on a project." My heart skipped a beat. Deluxe Conglomerate? I had worked with top companies and high-rising conglomerates in the past but Deluxe Conglomerate was another level. This was rolling with the high-flyers. The biggest of be biggest.

The title page and table of contents looks normal, but I keep flipping pages to get to chapter one. Two more pages and I’m staring at the first chapter, titled “Finding a Companion.” I almost missed the title completely because my eyes were drawn to the center of the page where there was a rectangular shaped wooden box. All the pages had been cut through the center to fit this box inside, and there was something carved into the box. It was an image of the compass rose and the words “You’re My True North.” I glance back up to the first sentence of the chapter and it reads, “When preparing for an adventure, the first, and possibly most important, decision is who you will choose as your comp

I asked myself while returning the picture frames back to the bookshelf. I look in front of me where there is a glossy white center table. And on top of the table is a book turned to page 269 and a black small cup of tea. I picked up the book and read the title, it says, The Time Traveler’s Wife. The cover of the book shows a little girl and a

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match Chapter 120: What the First Page Said The sound of the unlocking click echoed far beyond the Threshold. It moved through the folding horizon. Through the silent Pillars. Through every layer of the dream. A single sound. A single permission. And then the first page turned. Nobody touched it. Nobody stood inside the room. Yet the page moved slowly on its own. As though an unseen hand had been waiting centuries for that moment. The projection sharpened.

In the afternoon, I got the kids to nap and was about to rest when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw a group of sketchy guys. Their expressions screamed trouble.

I'd been reading it a lot lately, desperate to find answers. I flipped through the pages, noticing something odd for the first time. A page was missing. Ripped out, to be exact. I blinked hard, bringing the inside spine of the book closer so I could properly inspect. I hadn't been seeing things. The paper left on the page was uneven, an indication that someone had torn a page out. Why would someone do that? I scanned the surrounding pages, trying to make sense of the missing section. It seemed to be a crucial part of the book, detailing werewolf lore, ancient rituals and witch potions.

My hand stops at the glass bubble and I avoid touching that part. There is a piece of gold string sticking out of the pages and I think it's a bookmarker. I turn to the marked page first. I'm curious to know what spell or enchantment was looked at last. The pages of the book are shiny and thicker than a normal page. It has a silver kind of tinge to them. I begin to examine the page that is marked with the gold string. It has a diagram of what looks to be the sun and all the planets around it.

Iris's face twisted in fury, and he lunged for me. "Sophie, you're meant to be mine!" He reached out to snatch me, but Damon stepped in, blocking him. "Alpha Iris, it's Thanksgiving, remember? Time and place, man. "You've been turned down. Sophie's with me." Damon's voice was a deep, unwavering growl. Iris, seething, shoved Damon aside. "You're nothing but a low-born werewolf from the sticks, and you dare talk back to me?" "And what if I do?"

I turned to Linda, tilting my head innocently. “Who did I insult? When did I bully a classmate? I don’t even know her.” “Denying it now won’t help you. When you make a mistake, you pay the price.” Shawn’s voice was stern as he continued, “With Mom and Dad away, it’s my responsibility to discipline you.” He reached for a ruler from the antique shelf nearby, turning to face me with a harsh command. “Kneel down.” … In the grand banquet hall, countless guests turned to watch, their faces a mix of curiosity and barely concealed amusement.