Turning Page Novels & Stories

But instead of just flipping the paper, his fingers brushed slowly over the back of my hand, before he finally turned the sheet. I pulled my hand back onto my lap. "Caleb..." I started, looking sideways at him. "What?" he asked, turning his head to look at me. He was smiling widely like he didn't know what he just did. "I was just turning the page, Lilian." I narrowed my eyes at him. You little fucker. "You know what you're doing,"

It was a surprise for her to find out that this book was actually a handwritten one. It's actually familiar to her. Aesthelia started making a magic circle, just like the ones she had seen in the book. However, it is a bit hard without a guideline. She managed to do it, but before she could finish, an image flashed through the back of her mind. Aesthelia massaged her forehead to ease the headache. It's been a long time since she last experienced having those image flashes. Aesthelia got into the center of the magic circle. She used some enchantment that the book said made a transparent wall appear within a second.

moving on to the next page. The husband, i paused at that, did i skip a page? my eyes travel to the previous page yeah, i was just reading on the capo i expected a continuation from there not another topic entirely. when my eyes travel to the bottom of the page it said page 4, on the next page its numbered page 18. what the hell? It seems some pages are missing, when I take a closer look at the middle of the book gasped, more like ripped out. "Some pages are missing" I said out loud.

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.

Then together, they arranged the pages by numbers then stood up and watched. After a few seconds of watching, the book suddenly slammed close, with the torn out pages and all, and then it began vibrating continuously. No sooner than it began, the vibration stopped and the book suddenly stilled. Diana and Sia glanced at each other, both unsure of what was going to happen next. However, they did not need to wonder for too long, as the book sprung back open with an enormous burst of lightwave, which threw both Diana and Sia off their feet and sent them flying.

Elder, younger everybody has joined the war and the entire ward echoed with the sound of it’s my turn. Stefan and Sarah looked at each other and said in unison. “Hold on guys, it’s my turn.” The end.

The room suddenly feels colder. I should leave. I turn to go— But my elbow knocks the edge of the small table beside the bed. The book she was holding drops to the floor with a thud. I sigh and bend down, picking it up. The cover is still upside down. But when I flip it, so the cover is upside down and the spine faces the floor, something strange happens. The text inside is perfectly upright. My fingers freeze on the page. I flip back to the front. The title is wrong-side up again.

I looked at the book and I saw a paper sticking out of it. "Open that page Grey." He saw what I was pointing at and there was a piece of paper sticking out of it. It was torn. "It's a torn page. I'm not surprised. The book is centuries old." I looked at the page and it hit me. "That page isn't from that book." Grey was surprised and watched me as I opened my bag and rummage through it. I pulled out the book he had given me and opened the page the was torn. I took the page from Grey and it perfectly lapsed with mine.

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.

He gets to page twelve and his reading slows. I can see it happen in his hands – the way his grip on the pages tightens, the paper creasing slightly between his thumb and index finger, his breathing changing from the steady rhythm of a man processing words to the shorter, heavier cadence of a man processing something his body is responding to faster than his brain. “Page twelve,” he says. “What about it?” “You described my hands doing something I’ve never actually done to you.”