The Page Turners 소설 & 이야기

(Jette came near the phone and answered the call) “Hello, Ma’am, how may I help you?” asked Jette. “Please find the first rule in the middle of the book,” said the woman on the other line. “Hello, what do you mean?” asked Jette. (Busy phone sound starts) *** At home, when she arrived, she counted all the pages, the book contains 500 pages. She divided it by two, she carefully turns every page. When she reaches page 250, she found a little envelope, and she opened it, Jette opened the small paper inside, and she reads it…

A boy’s voice is tinged with disdain as he speaks in a low whisper. Ignoring the sting of the words, I move to the next shelf, determined to finish my task. I run my fingers along the spines of the books, feeling the textured wear of countless hands that have held them before. I place another card in front of an ancient copy of Turned By Moonlight, the pristine white of the new card stark against the yellowed pages.

It is probably just the beginning of your journey. Whatever is it, I forgive you both for whatever sins you did to me. In the end, I am a single mother who raised beautiful four children. I think my life is better like this and whatever happens in the future, let's just hope I won't make a wrong turn ever again. THE END ________________________________________________________________________________ That's it for the wrong turn guys! I hope you guys are enjoying the whole story. It's been a tough journey for me to write the whole story but I manage to finish it. This is the end of Alexa Johnson's story and stays tuned for another story I will publish soon.

One rainy afternoon, Amelia misplaced her journal at the library. It had been a long day — essays due, caffeine crashing, umbrella snapped in the wind. She searched everywhere, frantic. But before panic could bloom fully, someone cleared their throat behind her. Micah. He held the journal out like it was sacred. “I saw it under the table. Thought it might be yours.” She took it. “Thanks… Micah, right?” The moment she said his name, something beamed in his eyes. Not surprise. Not joy. Something deeper. Like hunger.

Their worried faces flashed before me, asking what was wrong. I swallowed the taste of blood and managed a weak smile. "It's nothing. I just had a dream where a princess-like girl was celebrating her birthday. Her brothers brought in a whole orchestra to play for her. She had the tallest cake, and a dress prettier than any I've ever seen. They even gave her the black card just like that. "The New Year's celebration was just a distant echo for me, alone in my rented room, surrounded by a sea of discarded items. "

She sat next to me, chatting away happily with him. When Willem started bragging about his two houses and three cars, Mom's smile grew even wider. With such a catch, she was practically ready to seal the deal on my behalf. Mom noticed my silence and called my name several times, but I was lost in the joy of my second chance at life. Suddenly, a hand slid over from the side to clasp mine and gave it a little squeeze. The disgusting sensation snapped me right back to reality. Instinctively, I grabbed the glass of water on the table and threw it at Willem.

It simply turns the page and begins a new chapter in the quiet after the storm. THE END.

He could see right through their intentions—accepting favors meant owing something in return, and he had no interest in associating with these scheming social climbers. "Wow!" "Whoa!" Beau's attention was drawn to the excited shouts of the other children. Curious, he immediately got up and turned toward the commotion. A crowd of kids, including Merida, had gathered to watch Finnegan toss ingredients in a pan. The flames were leaping more than three feet high. The children squealed at this, feeling both thrilled and slightly afraid. Since their team had earned the most points, they were able to exchange the points for a large variety of ingredients.

Now that I thought about it, I found it hilariously ironic. Oscar averted his eyes and hung his head, and he saw the pitiful and accusing look in my eyes. So, Oscar was a person who avoided taking responsibility for his words and refused to be held accountable for anything. I had been blind this whole time, falling in love with a person who didn't deserve to be loved. Seeing that I still refused to budge, Evie grabbed Oscar's arm and glared at him to say something. It was only then that Oscar spoke. "Aurora. Give up the Moon Diamond."

The page numbers, they skip and it’s not by accident neither was it torn out because they were never written. Page twelve then…Page fifteen. Again. Twenty-three…….Twenty-six. Thirty-one……Thirty-four. It’s a fucking pattern. Every third page is missing. No, Not missing but hidden.My pulse quickens as I run my fingers gently along the edge of the paper. The pages feel thicker as if the two sheets have been pressed together. A slow smile spreads across my face as the puzzle begins to unlock in my head…. “There you are.”I murmur more to myself as I reach into the drawer beneath my desk and remove a small bottle filled with clear liquid.