Torn Pages Book Novels & Stories

He nodded his head and stood up, handing me the book. “Where do you think your going? You found it, your coming with me” He shook his head, “Its all there in plain sight, I think it will be best if you mention it. It will look less like you hide something” “I don’t want this to become a conspiracy, I will deal with the consequences of not finding it earlier. Now come on” I walked to the door and unlocked it, as I opened it I felt a sudden pain in my chest. “Owe!” I yelped.

She was going through a silver book when she spotted something unexpected. It was Daniel's mother that she addressed with the query, "M -mommy, can you explain me why the pages of this book are torn? In part because the pagers are torn, I was unable to continue reading it. Because I was so captivated, I had intended to read it because of the title."

I promise myself I won't get involved in any Damon related matters and this isn't because I was avoiding him is just that curiosity kills the cat and I can't be the cat in this story so it's better I stear clear from them. So when did it change? When did I loose guard and allowed myself become the cat.... My hands were itching and my head was pounding not leaving out the heart that was beating so fast as I took the book for the second time in my hand. At that moment I knew my end... I searched profusely for the last page I was at before the pages went missing. There was something off about it. The lines of the torn pages were still there but the book had continued from the previous point onl

Phil looked at his collection again and noticed the book of dreams, he was suddenly struck with curiosity and wanted to know more about the secrets of the book. Phil laid on his bead and re-read the book once again until he noticed that some pages were glued together, he raised his brows as he tried to separate the two pieces of paper to no avail. Phil headed downstairs with the book in hand as he searched for tools to separate the glued pages of the book, at first he wanted to use a razor but Phil thought that he may damage the page instead, he fell into a dilemma as he wanted to separate the pages without greatly damaging it.

Until she got to the page... Only it wasn’t there. Yeap, it was literally blank. Ariel had gotten to the five hundred and thirty-seventh page, and she had flipped it a tad too fast, eager to get to her desired number, but there was nothing there. And so was the other page number that followed it. “W-what the…” Ariel stuttered, trying to describe what she was feeling. Was it disappointment or anger? She peeped closer into the book, looking for any signs, and on close inspection, she could see that the pages had been carefully ripped off so as not to make it obvious.

TRISTEN Leave and dont come back Ever! You hear me? Dont ever come back here again Tristen! 5 YEARS LATER... Those were the last words she said to me before our lives went adrift. The hurt was written all over her face. She was broken. I broke her, if i'm being honest both of us will be broken forever.

“No, I don't. We are still —” “It should be here.” Miles grabbed the book from me and leafed through it. “The names…” He trailed off, pausing on our page. “Someone tore it off,” he stated, touching it. “The names should have been here.” “Really?” I took it from him, to check, and noticed the missing page numbers. Someone tore the pages off. “Could it be the killer?” I wondered aloud, turning to look at my brothers, who just shrugged, to let me know they were as clueless as I was.

Two torn edges protruded from its binding where the missing pages should have been. Chrissy examined them more closely. “These weren’t lost.” “I know.” “No, look.” She angled the book toward me. The paper had been cut almost perfectly along the binding, leaving only a few narrow fibers behind. “Someone used a blade,” she said. “They wanted those pages specifically.” I glanced toward the circulation desk. “Would the library know who had it?” “For a newer book, yes. For something this old, we might be looking for a stone tablet and a chisel.”

The last intact lines read: If Sabine reaches Hector before the page is moved, she will understand what he did to the girl and why Renaud must never…. It ended there. Not burned off. Torn. A clean removal. I stared at the ragged inner seam where a sheet had once been. The missing last page. Of course. Gabriel crossed the room then, quiet but immediate. “What is it?” I turned the journal so he could see the torn edge. “The last page.” His face hardened. “Torn recently?” I touched the seam. “Not from the original fire. Cleaner than that. Someone came for one page and left the rest.”

Bastien says. "The record of the second child, the one who died at four, has pages missing," Ivy says. "Not lost pages. Removed pages. The binding shows where they were cut." She holds the book toward us so we can see the ragged inner edge where the pages once sat. Someone took them out deliberately. "When," I say.