Time-life Book Collections Novels & Stories

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.

I exclaimed in awe. It was a library, a huge one. It was beautiful and vibrant, and had numerous shelves filled with countless books. It was a kind of library you see in fairy tales and never thought those exist, unless you see one, like right now. I paced around the room like a happy child in a candy land. I stopped at a shelf of science related books and looked for a good book. I lazily brushed my fingers across the books. “I can live here forever” I purred in delight.

"Argh! The hell with you!" KACHINA GOES BACK to her office after locking the gate and the door to the tunnel. She puts the lamp aside and lets herself fall on the swivel chair. After forcing the woman to give back Kagan's journal, she was triumphant. She lifts the golden book higher to figure out the words engraved on it. MY FAVORITE POEM, SHANTA. "Our story in a fantasy, covered by another fantasy..." She doesn't understand! How mawkish can Kagan be? But how dare he create a journal when she's not the subject of all his novels.

He looked at my eyes seriously and that also made me more serious to listen to him attentively. "The Clepsydra. An hourglass but not the usual one. It contains water instead of sands. That's what they used to manipulate time," he said while looking at me directly at my eyes. Clepsydra? I haven't heard that word yet. I don't even have an idea of whatever it is if Cayden didn't tell me what it is. It's just new to me and just by how mysterious its name is, I know that it'll give us a hard time having it or whatever he's planning to do with it. But wait... Did he just tell me things about time?

Upon hearing that, Zayn knew that Paxton was teaching a lesson to him. Zayn read Erwin Schrodinger’s ‘What Is Life’ before. It was a very interesting book known to inspire biology. In the past, many physicists began to be inspired to study biology after reading the book. They began to throw themselves eagerly in biology...

Zia Stephanie's POV I felt like time begun to lose its meaning. The passage of time felt like it was heavenly distorted where space time worked into different scale on the other dimension. What should only be a few minutes seemed like I had endured dew hours and what might feel like small width of time could be extensive.

I shivered. "What is a Hybrid Corpse Seeker," Rai asked fearfully. I jumped off my bed and asked him what he did with my book collection. He pointed to the closet and I headed inside of it searching for a very old grimoire. When I found the human skin bound book I carried it to him and sat on the mattress as I flipped through the delicate pages. Once I found what I was looking for I opened it wide and read the information out loud. Hybrid Corpse Seeker

All the furnitures are completely ruined, all the clothes in her wardrobe shredded to pieces, everything is completely destroyed. Sonia walked to the drawers where her most important files are kept. She panicked seeing that the lock has been broken and all the documents are gone. She sat down on the floor and hugged her knees before she starts shedding silent tears. “Jeez! My life is completely ruined now. Without those documents, I can't get a new job, a new apartment and I can't even access my bank account. Gosh! What am I saying? My citizenship card is even there. That means I'm now an illegal immigrant.”

she selected a second pen and another book, “I’ll take two.” Couldn’t hurt to have a birthday present for Michael, and what better gift than a book to make notes in? She assumed Humans celebrated birthdays the same way Mers did, and if not, well then, she’d have two. They certainly wouldn’t go to waste. Wendy scanned the books and pens, placed them in one of the bags, then handed them to Angel along with that piece of plastic.

CHAPTER 2 Clara could feel her arms itch as the sleeves of her dress scraped against it. She wondered the sort of fabrics they used in making these beautiful yet uncomfortable dresses. Can’t clothing industries use soft clothing materials like that of sweatshirts, cotton trousers and the likes? To top it off, the dresses were freaking heavy! She hated going to parties especially parties with her parents. This particular one was an impromptu and not planned, who holds a party on a Monday evening? Oh, she knows. The Smiths. Unfortunately for her, she had gone home to pick up an old vase from her room.