Torn Pages Book Novels & Stories

Elian’s voice thundered through the room and his frustration was evident on his face. My eyes kept moving between the both of them who were about tearing down the room. "And you are worse. You think this is a kind of joke?” Thane shot back and his mouth twisted as irritation flashed across his face. I took a slow step backward, my chest tightening as their argument escalated. Their voices were becoming louder after each word and it kept on overlapping each other. As if that was not worse. It was also pushing against my ears. "At least I’m not trying to control her into choosing who…" Thane tried to say but Elian wasn't taking it easy with him.

The missing piece to my mysterious past? But where the explanation should have been, there was only a jagged edge—the page had been torn out. “No,” I muttered, frantically turning to the next page, hoping for some continuation. Nothing. Just more artifacts with no connection to my necklace. I leafed through the entire book again, checking for loose pages or notes that might have fallen out. Nothing. Just that clean tear where the information should have been. Frustration bubbled up inside me. After years of wondering, the answers had been right at my fingertips—only to be snatched away by whoever had removed that crucial page.

I spinned around immediately, screaming and punching the man in front of me in the process. “Shit!” The man groaned in pain, his hands on his lips. He wore nothing but black pants, and he had hard abs too. It was the lonely customer. “I'm so sorry.” I apologized, going towards him as I tried to check out his bleeding lips. The cut on his lip displayed his dark red blood. Most of the blood I've seen were disgusting to me but his was different, it looked sexy, with the way it stripped down to his bottom pinkish lips.

Hardly anything useful for either of our purposes. What’s more, as I flipped toward the back of the book, I noticed that some pages were missing. They had been torn out, it seemed, leaving jagged edges where they had once been. I frowned, running my fingers over the empty spaces. Had someone removed them intentionally? Or was it just the wear and tear of time? Sighing, I made a mental note to ask Gertrude about it on Monday. If anyone would know if something had happened to the pages—or if there was another copy of the book somewhere in the library—it would be her.

He finds the passages that confirm it. Bonded pairs may share pain and fear. His breath stutters. He throws a book across the room. It slams into the wall with a violent crack, pages fluttering like wounded birds to the floor. In my library, my vision blurs. My fingers curl around the fragile page, and before I can stop myself, I tear it in half. The sound is soft. Final. I stare at the torn edges, at the truth bleeding through the room around me. Books lie open everywhere, their words screaming the same conclusion in a dozen different ways.

Legends of the End Times. Okay. A little on the nose. She pulled it out. The book snapped open like it had been waiting for her. Pages fluttered violently — way too violently for the still air. Most were gone. Torn out. Clean edges, not ragged. Deliberate. Only one page remained. Scrawled in handwriting that wasn't printed: She will bloom when all else dies. Aria stared. The ink bled at the edges. Not like water damage. Like tears.

Her thoughts wouldn’t slow down. She began flipping through every page, desperate for sense. Then she noticed something strange, tiny marks in the corners of some pages. Dots. Circles. A pattern. She counted them, one, two, three, four… eight. The eighth marked page was the last one. She turned it slowly. It was blank. Or so it seemed. When she tilted the notebook toward the light, faint pencil impressions appeared, shadows of words written on a missing page that had been torn out.

She raised her head up from her laptop, arching her brows in confusion. “What?” “You heard me right,” my grip on the envelope tightened, and my voice deepened with resistance. “I’m not agreeing to this divorce.” She chuckled nervously, and I heard her teeth gritting in annoyance as she tilted her head forward. “Sage, you need to sign this.” I raised the envelope to her face, making sure she had her focus fully on me, watching my subsequent actions. With her eyes fixed intently on me, I tore the envelope— not open to read the papers, but to shred it into tiny pieces.

The pages fluttered as she flipped through carelessly. "That's mine." I stepped forward. Diane's grip tightened. "Is it? Funny, I don't see your name in it." Then the sound of tearing. One page came loose in her hand. I froze. "Stop that." "Stop what?" Another page tore. Then another. "You should be thanking me. This trash was giving you false hope anyway." The torn book hit the floor. I was still staring at the ruined book when Andre's car pulled into the driveway.

Shaun agreed, then added, “Speaking of which. Did you ever find Monday’s Trouble?” Oh, right. I needed to give that to the Librarian and see how much it was going to cost me. “Uh, yeah…” I said, hesitant. “I did, but it was… I mean, its ruined… I’m not sure how it happened, but it got torn to two. I was trying to fix it, but it doesn’t seem possible. It looks like I’m going to have to pay for a replacement.” “Torn in two? How did that happen?”