Turn The Page Books Novels & Stories

Caitlin nearly lunged across the room, grabbing the book and holding it up to the candlelight with shaking hands. Please God, let this be it, she thought. She pulled back the cover and nervously flipped to the title page: De Fascino Libri Tres. Her heart flooded with relief. She could hardly believe it. She had actually found it. Caitlin quickly thumbed through the pages, going as fast as she could to the missing page. Please, please be there. Please be the matching page. She started to worry about what she would do if the matching page weren’t there. Or if this was all a hoax. She was shaking with anticipation as she got closer. 530, 532….

His voice was so quiet she almost thought she imagined it. “You always smell like vanilla and rain,” he murmured. She blinked, looking over her shoulder. “What?” He froze mid-step. His shoulders stiffened, and for a second, there was a moment of something raw in his eyes — horror disguised under a mask of indifference. “Nothing,” he said quickly. “I said the spine’s broken on that copy.” He pointed vaguely to the row of books beside her. The one his finger landed on was perfectly intact. She didn’t press him. Didn’t call him out.

Not to prosecute them but to aid their ability and enhance their magic, I made a few notes in my note book to remember them and to try them out one day. Eventually I get to the page that was highlighted by the Goddess, still confused why she pointed it out, I noticed that the page was thicker than the rest. I turned the torch on my phone and investigated the page, nothing looked different but then I turned the book to look at the bottom of the page and noticed there was a small gap. Almost like there were two pages stuck together, I try to pull them apart with my fingers but I was worried about ripping the page and having to pay to replace the book in the library.

It would make it that much easier for her to control me. Now, I understood that I couldn't rely on anyone else if I wanted to change my fate. I could only depend on myself. I wanted to tell Lila that the Lawson family was nothing but a cage. Still, I could only hope that she wouldn't regret the path she'd chosen. Meanwhile, I needed to return to the original path I'd chosen for myself. I wanted to change my future through education. I would sit for the SATs and change my life! As Lila had done in her past life, I saved a regular middle-aged man named George Stone from the rubble. He was gravely injured and immediately taken to the hospital. A few days later, I bought some fruit and visited h

'it wasn't. Eleanor sat down and pulled out the book she'd gotten from Gabby. What better way to divert her racing mind? She flipped pages randomly till she came across a page, which wasn't a page. It was cut into, with a smaller book hidden within that took up the rest of the page space underneath. She carefully pulled it out. It was an old brown leather cover with brownish pages. A pretty old book. She gently set down Bigfoot and opened the book, instantly getting sucked in.

Turn back. Then the understanding. The fortnight was not there. Not scribbled over. Not inked out. Not torn, either, in the way a hurried person tears, leaving a ragged shoulder of paper standing proud of the spine. Cut. Somebody had taken a blade to that book and removed the pages one at a time, close in against the binding, and had done it well enough that the book still closed flat. You had to open it wide and hold it toward the window to see the stubs at all.

He turned away from the mirror to the book and grabbed it, slowly turning it the other way as the pentacle now appeared in its original position in the upright form. The moment he had done that. The symbol began to glow followed by the book suddenly opening itself and the pages flipping madly until up to the first page, which was initially the last page. "Woah..." Jake took a seat on the bed after realising the book had written itself again. The text was in English this time. The first page had a big title written in cursive font: Power of the Mind Jake quickly read through the first page and the writing seemed first hand-not printed, like someone had actually been writing on that book a ver

"He would have liked knowing it came out." "Yes," Sera said. "He would have." The library. The fire. The leather bookmark is at page three twelve. She picked up the book. She read page three twelve. She turned to page three thirteen. The chapter had, finally, the right quality of attention.

She watched as Zayne flipped opened pages. “You need to read this” zayne handed her the book with a page wide opened. Even though Quinn was scared, she took the book from Zayne. Her eyes popped out on seeing the heading on the page that was open, “GREY WOLVES WITH BLACK DOTS” And curiously, her eyes roamed the content of the page. Zayne watched as her eyes moved quickly on the book. He wasn’t hearing any word from her, but he knew she was reading it in her heart as her lips moved slowly without a word.

I turned to the next page. "Given to… What?!" I turned the page back and forth. What was going on? There was no continuation. I looked at the spine carefully and saw that there was a bit of torn paper. A page was missing! Someone had ripped out the page! I was frantic. I was this close to finding the solution to our problem and now, it had been ripped away from my fingers like candy that had been snatched from a baby. I closed the book and sat up on my bed.