Turning Page Romane & Geschichten

Could you please tell me why I cannot read the next page or any other page? [Host has understood 1% of the content of the First Page] [The Second Page will be accessible after the Host gains 100% on the first page] You!! AGGHH! Why aren't you letting me be overpowered! [I've overpowered the host enough. Get to work!] As I thought of destroying the book, I became furious, but I calmed down immediately. Relax, it's nothing to worry about. There is no free meal available. I got a gist of how the book works, the reader moves onto the next page once they have understood 100% of that page.

* * * He did do as he promised. He escorted me to the library. Him with Evans were discussing while I flipped the pages of the magic book. I acted like I wasn't interested in whatever they were talking about, but my ears were actually listening to their discussion. I didn't realize I've been flipping through the pages over and over again and this is the third time, I'd say. " You can just turn to page eighty three, that's where it is." Evans said.

It's possible, right? So, the code has four numbers. 8,9,1, and 0. But...there is no 0 on the page numbers! I opened the book to page 8. I looked at that page and just like the other pages, there seemed to be nothing strange written there. I stared intently at the page and read some sentences on it.

The book had an entire thirty-page chapter on soul resurrection but not soul fetching. Slightly annoyed, Levy started to look through the books again and this time much more carefully as she stared at each page until she was sure that she wasn’t missing anything finally she found what exactly was wrong at the end of the third book. “ Someone tore pages from this book,” murmured Levy as she ran her fingers through the rough yet very clean edge of the torn page. Whoever tore the pages of the book, did it very carefully… in fact, they did it so cleanly that Levy would’ve never found what was wrong with the book unless she carefully skimmed through each page.

The page numbers, they skip and it’s not by accident neither was it torn out because they were never written. Page twelve then…Page fifteen. Again. Twenty-three…….Twenty-six. Thirty-one……Thirty-four. It’s a fucking pattern. Every third page is missing. No, Not missing but hidden.My pulse quickens as I run my fingers gently along the edge of the paper. The pages feel thicker as if the two sheets have been pressed together. A slow smile spreads across my face as the puzzle begins to unlock in my head…. “There you are.”I murmur more to myself as I reach into the drawer beneath my desk and remove a small bottle filled with clear liquid.

Dakari squeezed her hand. Luca lifted a hand to turn the page and reverently lifted from the corner. His hand did not shake as he confidently attempted to move the parchment. This was obviously not his first time dealing with old books. To his surprise, he met no resistance. The page that had been so secure now turned like it was bound only hours ago.

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.

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.

I pointed at them. “Yeah, I do. They've always been visible.” He responded nonchalantly. I shook my head and said, “No, this is different, they're moving.” Curious, he leaned forward, peering into the book attentively. Then he looked at me for a while and said, “Nah, I don't see it.” “You don't?” I asked, surprised. Because they're still moving. He shrugged and picked his phone back up. I flipped to another page that had a picture, and this time, the pictures were no longer still; they were moving in action, demonstrating the manipulation of the elements.

He rushed up and blocked my path. With a hoarse voice, he pleaded, "I messed up. Please, I can explain." I stayed stone-faced and silent, trying to slip past. He dropped to his knees, which drew the attention of my classmates. They watched curiously and whispered among themselves. My friend, Garth Smith, stepped up. "Need help?" I nodded, glaring at Jake. "I don't know him." Then I started to leave with Garth. Jake panicked, pulling a knife and pressing it to his wrist.