Woman With A Book Novels & Stories

There were tall shelves that reached to the ceilings, filled with books and what looked like small bottles. A woman came into my line of sight. She wore a black gown that flowed to the ground. She also held a giant book in her hands, which she read from though her lips barely moved. She paced the floors, and the candlelight whished with her movement. I groaned, the discomfort of the rough ropes that dug into my wrists and ankles becoming too much to ignore. Upon hearing me, she paused and turned to me. Her face finally came into view. She looked aged, with deep-lined wrinkles etched into her skin. Her thin gray hair hung down her body in strands, and her eyes were so white they unnerved me.

She reached for it. The Weight of Silence. Her thumb traced the letters. Something inside her stirred. “That looks like a good one,” Amy said, peeking. Camellia whispered, “Yeah…” “Beautiful choice,” came a voice behind her. She turned. A woman stood there—elegant, warm-eyed, carrying herself with quiet grace. Her hair was styled in a ponytail and her scent lingered in the air. “That book,” the woman said gently, “is about healing. People don’t pick it up unless they need it.”

When the left hand of the man touched the thick book, the man noted that the book was also very heavy. He took one last strong pull at the wine and began reading what was written inside. It was of the woman's own handwriting as she portrayed and poured all her veiled feelings within the book. Although she lived a long life, the woman did not spend it in vain as she had worked very hard for the benefit of the people especially the children.

I looked at it for a long time. Then the library. Bent over an open book, both hands pressing flat on the page, her weight leaning into the text. The focused intensity of someone who cared about the words, not how she looked reading them. Her hair was tied back in this one, a loose knot, two strands falling forward across her cheek. She hadn't pushed them back. I turned to the third photograph.

Elara was engrossed in her thoughts totally oblivious of what was going on around her but her train of thoughts broke when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder, she looked up only to find a lady staring at her smiling softly. The Lady was of her mother's age, she had serene eyes, purplish eye colour, dark brown wavy hairs, she looked divine even with the little wrinkles on her face. Elara frowned in confusion when that lady pulled out something from her bag, A faded velvet shoulder bag rested against her side, strangely regal despite its age. It was a book, the thing that lady held in her hand was a book, not any ordinary book. It was covered with a white cloth but still any one could guess t

Stared at the wall. --- At 1, she walked to the cafe. The bell rang. The woman behind the counter looked up. "You're late." "I finished the book." The woman poured tea. Set it on the counter. "The one you've been reading for weeks?" "The one I've been reading for weeks." "What are you going to do now?" Maya wrapped her hands around the cup. "I don't know." The woman nodded. Picked up a cloth. Started wiping the counter. "That's what I thought."

The woman said as she brought out a strange book from the same drum. "My husband and I have been its protector for years and it wants a new protector" she continued as she breastfeed her baby. I took a look at the book, a big eye is on its rocky cover and it kept on glowing. The wave became heavy and rain drizzled. Water filled the boat. "Let's get off this ship. I know a safe place." I said. A knife was thrown into the air beside me stabbed the middle-aged woman's chest and she fell lifelessly on the floor.

" The woman asked her again. Again, she looked at her. If she is not mistaken, her name is Linda. a maid who was chosen by that wretched man to serve her. It seemed that she was genuinely worried about her silence when she spoke to her. She ignored her words and simply looked at the window again. There was no point in going outside anyway. She could even see a glimpse of that David man outside, almost as though he wanted to kill her with that murderous intent in his eyes. "No, I'd rather stay here," she uttered before she opened a book that had been resting on her lap all this time. Her only companions since she entered this household were the glistering window pane and the books on the shel

“Don’t you watch where you are” I stop myself halfway. I notice a woman, blond hair wearing a floral printed two piece, arms full of books she’s trying to hold on to. “Rebecca!, oh shit this is so clumsy of me, my mind is preoccupied”. I kneel to pick up the scattered papers. “And you are?” She squints her eyes still hugging the books to her chest. “The guy? From the bar? The other night?” I hand her the papers watching her closely.

The stunning woman suddenly controlled the ancient book and slowly attacked the huge fire array at the front. Almost at the same time, waves of laughter suddenly sounded...