Turning Page Romane & Geschichten

My boyfriend was supposed to come to my parents' house that day to ask for their blessing before proposing. My parents had prepared a whole table of food for him. I sat at the table and came across my boyfriend Sebastian Graham's story. In the photo, his childhood friend and "little sister", Claire Crawford, was wearing a beautiful white wedding dress. She looked sweet and gentle. His caption read. "Giving the girl I promised to marry as a child the wedding she never got. The wedding may be fake, but our bond is real." As I looked at the food in front of me that had been reheated countless times, I couldn't help but feel disappointed. Just a few hours earlier, I had been secretly happy that

Saying it out loud felt different than thinking it had, colder somehow, more final, like naming a thing made it truer than it had been a moment before. Something in the room caught my eye then, half hidden behind an overturned chair, and I crossed to it before Marcus could stop me. A single page, torn hastily, one corner still smudged with fresh ink like it had been abandoned mid sentence. I picked it up with hands that had gone suddenly, terribly steady, the way they always seemed to go still right before something important.

William shrugs, looking so completely unrepentant (for a second, Proserpina was almost tempted to hit him with the book) as he turns to his phone, scrolling through it rather aimlessly, “…get back to it then. Don’t mind me.” She frowned, glaring at the book, “I can’t.” “What? What did I do now–?” “Not you, moron,” she snaps, “The pages were torn!” And it’s true. The next pages looked like they had been torn off or… no, Proserpina quickly amended, fingers ghosting over at the singed pages, at the words that just makes no absolutely sense whatsoever because it wasn’t torn. Some bloody bugger had burned the next page she was supposed to be reading right now–!

and opened the second message. It was from the bank he had created a new account with. It contained his account number, his advisors contact, the bank's 🏦 email, and his current balance. He copied the account number and pinned it to his toolbar. He put his phone down again and laid back on the bed.

I could feel the dark magic flowing through it and unlike the day I met Arwan and Fen, it felt like a part of me instead of a foreign invader. As if sensing me not knowing where to start or how to find the information I needed, the book pages began to flutter. I watched curiously as the fluttering increased and the pages started rapidly turning before suddenly stopping. It had turned itself to a page filled with an image of a vampire. It looked human, if it hadn't been for the heading, I wouldn't have known what it was. I whispered thanks to book, shaking my head at the notion of talking to it, and eagerly began to read.

Xander took one of the books and carried it downstairs. Alice was still there, staring at the thing that caught her eye. Alice turned back to the next page, trying to distract herself. But could not, how many times Alice tried to turn the book to the next page. In fact the book always reopens to that thing. Alice stared at the object for a long time, until Alice seemed to see it was real.

Her fingers trembled as she flipped to the familiar page where she always found his name. But the page was blank. Her breath caught in her throat. She turned another page but still, there was nothing. Then another. And another. It was empty. Panic surged through her veins. "No, no, no," she whispered, her voice shaking as she frantically turned the pages. However, her hands suddenly froze when she noticed something even more alarming. The edges of the pages were disintegrating. The parchment was crumbling and tiny specks of ash began falling onto her lap as if an invisible fire was consuming it.

When I stood in front of the book, the first page turned on its own. "First lesson of the Seven Magics Academy," Pops said, eyeing me. "You must never touch any of the pages in the books in this room. Touching them will increase their speed of deterioration." "Then, how?" I began, putting my hands at my sides so I wouldn't accidentally touch one. "Like this." He smiled, then leaned in close to the book. "Chapter One," Professor Pops said. The book instantly flicked to the page that said Chapter One.

Paige read my expression and she dived to my rescue. “Wait, we can do it first so she'd watch. " she told Chase in a voice that he could not refuse. He crawled to her and I propped on my elbow to watch. He held her legs apart and put it on his shoulders, he bent down and with his tongue, he made a circle around her pink clits She was wet, her entrance was glistering with so much pussy juice. Her back arched and she grabbed Chase tighter, her moan filled the entire room.

Nick picked up a blue diary. He desperately opened it and turned to the first page. That wasn’t it. Nick tossed it aside and found the black journal. He turned to the first page. He exhaled when he realized that it was a continuation of the red one he had read. Nick sat Indian style and zoomed in on the entry.