Time-life Book Collections Novels & Stories

When breakfast was finally served, I pushed my food around my plate until the fairy eyed me suspiciously. “Why the long face?” she asked, slapping a spoonful of jam onto her own pancake. “The living book isn't helping,” I admitted. “I ask, it answers, but it makes no sense.” She tilted her head, then shrugged. “Well, you do know the book can take you back in time, don’t you?” I blinked. “What?” Her eyes twinkled as she chewed. “Mhm. We don’t have one here, but everyone in the magical circles knows about the living book. It carries timelines. It doesn’t just answer, it remembers.”

she whispered. Flipping over a third one, she shook her head. “What is up with these cards today?” she whispered. By the end of the reading, she tapped her finger against her lips. “Well, there were some good cards, but it also had some not-so-good cards,” she said. She grabbed her notebook and opened it to a blank page. Looking over the reading, she wrote down the cards and their meanings. Closing the notebook, she gathered up her cards and put them back in their box.

Whatever they were doing in there—whether it was work or something else—I couldn't care less anymore. I went into the spare bedroom, grabbed the old hiking backpack I used to use, and packed a few things inside. They still hadn't come out by the time I was ready to leave. Only some faint noise could be heard through the crack in the study door.

that I had built from nothing was now one of the group's most profitable subsidiaries. The HR director nearly spilled her coffee when she saw my resignation letter. "Ms. Shaw, you're resigning? Does Mr. Carter know?" I smiled faintly. "He's swamped right now." Seeing the flash of sympathy in her eyes, I knew the entire company was watching my embarrassment play out. Back at the western suburbs villa, this place had once been our quiet retreat, somewhere we'd occasionally stay for peace. My small fragrance studio was still here. While packing, I found a yellowed note tucked inside a book called "The History of Perfume". It was Alex's handwriting, youthful yet bold.

Cris didn’t answer. He just touched his chest, right where something ancient and aching stirred beneath the skin. Three nights later, Cris sat at the edge of the library in Castle Veilridge, flipping through aged scrolls and prophecy codices. He couldn’t explain the pull—but something about Leo's voice haunted him, especially when he spoke of fire. Lori entered, holding a tray of dried bloodfruit and rolled parchments. "You're a royal. Not a monk. Come back to bed." "You ever feel like your life already happened, and you’re just catching up to it?" Cris asked absently.

Garett pulled one of the older computers he had on the shelves off and then went to sit on the couch. He had picked up one of the thumb drives and the reader that he could plug into the computer. He knew that he had to be careful with it and not erase what was on it. He wanted to make sure that everything was set up well in advance, so he didn’t make a mistake. This could be something or nothing though the fact they were hidden in a way that only someone in the family would know they were there, and in the bears, he knew that had to be something.

Maybe the only fun I had there was flying with swords. Then the future galactic world? Honestly, out of all my ninety-nine reincarnations, I didn’t reach that kind of world yet or even some apocalyptic world, and I’m thankful for that. [11:59 pm] It really felt like I am having some sort of a countdown for New Year. But in my case, it's a countdown for my New Life. Yes, let's just call it new life and not death. It sounded depressing to call it like that.

What are these people saying? Did I...somehow...fall back seven years of my life? Time travel? I turned to the familiar row of books on the small bookshelf. It was mostly science books, and I ran to them, opening the first one I could grab. Nothing. Then only something about the theory of relativity in the second. Then the third had an article. The writer of the article was in the top left corner of the page, and in it, he was talking about how he believes it is fully possible to bend time and pass through, letting yourself in through different horizons, at time either long past, or never experienced.

Until she asked me a question that triggered my feelings of “Allie, I've noticed that when I ask you a question that doesn't have to do with your illness you somehow always add CF to the conversation, why is that?” I bite the inside of my cheek thinking about my answer, until I decide to speak. “I don't know, I really don't know, it's like it's all related to that” “Have you ever thought that there are more things in life that you can enjoy," he raises an eyebrow in my direction and sighs at my silence, “you seem to have made your life revolve around CF and forget that there is a world beyond the walls of your room”

Chapter 9 Lily's POV I had spent three weeks planning Jake's birthday. Three weeks of saving from a salary that was already stretched too thin. I bought the wrist watch he had been eyeing for months, baked his favourite chocolate cake from scratch at midnight because I worked during the day. I never had enough time for myself but always made time for him. I wrapped everything in brown paper and a yellow ribbon because yellow was his favorite colour and I knew that because I paid attention to every single thing he told me.