Best Book Opening Lines Novels & Stories

I took the note and read it: Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. I kissed thee ere I killed thee: no way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. It was my favourite part of the book. The first sentence being the one I adored the most. I sighed, not sure how I wanted to go about my day. I've got to study, yet that picture I found kept bothering me. I needed answers.

I said, pouting my lips. "I haven't tried the romance genre, I am sure that's what you enjoy writing the most," he added, winking. I smiled at him, nodding my head shyly. "So tell me the title of your best written book." I asked. "Detective Johnson." I gasped out loudly, I have read that book a couple of times, it was one of the best books I have ever read, when it comes to the descriptions, dictions and all. That book is terrific.

“Out loud. In this room.” Rhys looks at me. I look at the carpet. The book is in my bag because the book is always in my bag because carrying the book is like carrying proof that I was someone before the arrangement – a writer, a person, a girl with a voice, a woman whose words mattered enough to bind and sell – and I pull out the manuscript and open to page one and the first sentence sits on the page the way the first sentence always sits, with the specific gravity of an opening line that changed my life.

A familiar bookshelf slid away from the wall. An old leather-bound volume floated toward my hands. I smiled. "Thank you." The castle hummed quietly. Almost proudly. I opened the book. Its title immediately caught my attention. The Awakening of Dormant Bloodlines My heartbeat quickened. I sat immediately. The first chapters described different awakening methods used throughout history. Some involved meditation. Others difficult trials. Several required guidance from an awakened relative. Then... A sentence made me stop reading. I read it again. Then a third time.

I asked all three of them. I could see Cain smiling down at me with pride. “Well, novels would be great. That’s a good starting point for any beginner,” the first man said. “I agree, and you could make picks from romance, mystery and thrillers, and even historical fiction,” the second man responded. “We have a list of the top bestselling authors. You will be glued to every book you select,” the third one said. I became relaxed almost immediately, but then again, Cain’s phone beeped.

It was warm. Not the sharp urgent warmth of the tower flame or the pulsing heat of my wrist mark in moments of high feeling. Something older and quieter than that. The warmth of something that had been waiting in a dark place for a very long time and was simply relieved, in a way that had no urgency left in it, to finally be found. I opened it. --- The first page had no chapter heading. No introduction. No author named. Just a single line, written in ink so dark it was nearly black, in handwriting that was small and careful and had the particular quality of someone who wrote as though every word cost something and was therefore worth spending precisely:

* The thought made her mouth water despite the flutter of panic in her belly, her small hands trembling as she wrapped them around the base, fingers barely meeting around the girth, the skin hot and velvet-smooth under her palms, pulsing with his heartbeat. Trent threaded his fingers gently into her ponytail at first, guiding her forward. "Open wide, naughty girl. First time's gotta be sloppy." Lucy parted her lips hesitantly, tongue darting out to lap the pre-cum salty-bitter tang exploding on her taste buds, making her pussy clench wetly in her panties. She stretched her jaw wide, the head popping past her lips with a soft, obscene suck, filling her mouth instantly. The ridges bumped her t

But Emily didn't say anything. Back at their table, Jane opened a Tale of Two Cities to see how bad it was going to be. 'It was the best of times, it was the worst of times," read the opening line. Charles Dickens could have been talking about Jane's own life.

I said. “So,” he said simply and pushed the door open. I followed him in. Grayson pulled a book out. Read the back. Put it back. Pulled another. I watched him. “This one,” he said. Holding it up. I read the title. A novel. The kind with a character on the cover looking at something just out of frame. “What made you choose it?” I said. “The first line,” he said. He opened it and read quietly. “He had spent so long building walls that when they finally came down he didn’t know whether to feel free or exposed.”

Sasha looked through the shelves quietly while Felix flicked the book open. He started with the prologue and it was actually quite well written. The first sentence started with the weather in a local state in London. The way the imagery and content of book was presented seemed to lighten his mood. Across of him was Sasha who was watching him. She smiled as it seemed he would read the book for a longer period of time, that would give her enough time to finish the romance book she'd pick up the previous day. She grinned in her mind and continued her reading.