Turn The Page Books Novels & Stories

From the corner of my eyes, she returned to the spot she was seating before, resting her back and her hawk eyes straight back at us. There was no table of content in the book, so the only thing we could do is start right from the beginning and to start flipping one after the other. “Because of you, I’ll tell you to start from the end. It’s faster that way.” Arnold looked up at her, a low growl escaping his throat. I pushed his head down to the book, a small smile on my face as I muttered a thank you to her grim face. We turned the back of the book, each of the chapters explaining a particular light on something. We started flipping one after the other, flipping to the thirtieth page before w

But as I turned the pages, I was met with emptiness—a void waiting to be filled with knowledge and secrets long forgotten. “Huh?” Curiosity piqued, I traced my fingertip along the edge of the page, only to be met with a sharp prick as the book drew blood. “O-ouch!” Startled, I watched as crimson droplets stained the pristine surface, merging with the blank pages like ink on parchment. With trembling hands, I turned to the first page, my heart racing with anticipation. And as if by magic, words began to appear before my eyes, weaving a tale of destiny and prophecy that sent shivers down my spine.

“Now, begin.” I licked my lips and turned over the pages, running my eyes over the content as fast and precisely as I could. He impatiently tapped his feet while I read. The timer on his phone went off. He snatched the book from my hand and turned it over to a random page. “Read out the entire page sixty-nine,” he said, leafing through the pages. Keeping my eyes fixed on his eyes, I began.

He kept his look consistent until she hesitantly let up on the stranglehold she had on the book and given it over to him. He reclined and flipped through the polished pages, stopping to a great extent prior to smiling innocently up at her. He looked so stunningly attractive that briefly she didn't understand that he was conversing with her. "My apologies, since I didn't exactly get what I am seeing through you right now." She murmured and his smile extended as he flipped the book toward her, tapping his long pointer on the image of a smiling dark Labrador retriever. "I had one very much like this," he informed and she scowled.

Why rip out only one page? I read the numbers in the corners of the pages on either side, noting that they took page sixty-three. So I turn to the contents page at the start of the book. I skim down the list, until I find it. Song of The Sea Maiden ……………………… p63 The sea maiden. The beach. The dreams. The answers are right in front of me. I just can’t see them yet.

She was glancing around the room, trying to distract herself while she waited on her mom to catch up. The room she was in was a massive building with high ceilings. Thousands of 6 feel tall wooded shelves were standing upright and in rows and columns like a well-trained army. Each shelf held one giant ancient-looking book that was over 6ft tall. In front of each shelf was a small table that ran 6ft long and held 4 tables. Each table had a mechanism that could turn the pages of the book remotely from their seat, mages no longer had to get up from their seat or hire someone to turn pages for them.

“Feels like I’m not getting the whole package or so. The feeling of turning each page and… the smell of the book. The, no ads popping policy..” He nodded negatively and stared at me “Okay?” I hummed having an idea. “Fine, you can have the book but on one condition.” I said. “seriously?” he asked with a disbelief look. “Yeah. 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72…” “25 pages.” He cut me off.

Libro Vitae whispered its voice harmonious. "Libro Vitae, please show me where Alastair is hiding," I asked. The book hummed in response. Libro Vitae became warm in my hands. The cover opened, pages flipped continuously until they suddenly stopped. The words on the page jumped off the paper, floating into the air, wrapping themselves around me. In a blink of an eye, I was pulled into the book. Light flooded my vision. Every sound echoed around me. Voices raced past me, speaking in riddles. Some shouting, screaming, others a dull whisper. Libro Vitae's voice became louder as I watched the trees form around me.

Her legs gave out, and she collapsed into her chair like her bones had been removed. My aunt shrieked and fainted on the spot. My uncle scrambled to hold her up, pressing her philtrum to revive her. “Impossible! You cheated! You must’ve cheated! Tell me!” “Look at you, completely losing it. How could I cheat? I’m just a bookworm, remember?” Though it was true that I was a bookworm, my friends weren’t. While I studied abroad, I’d taken on some ghost-writing jobs to survive. That was how I met Annie.

Serenity turned the next page of the book again instantly. "Hey, how come some of the pages are torn out? But why, I can't get any other information if the next page isn't there." Serenity muttered and continued to turn the pages of the book, but still could not find the paper shreds of the missing pages. Serenity was annoyed.