Best Opening Lines Of A Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

What was it doing here? I picked it up and was scared to open it. The terror of reading the things I had been accused of doing to Stacie made my fingers grow cold as I rubbed the corner of a page. I finally found the courage to open the book, but the pages were empty. "What? What is this?" I began to flip through frantically and reaffirmed that the pages were devoid of any writing. The only words in the entire book were on the very first page. "The pain of life is only so accurate to the one who feels it first hand..."

Spread my palm across its surface. The language rose before I even opened it. It was never words on the tongue first. It was sensation. A familiar ache that slid under skin and promised compliance. I let it build. Letting its darkness curl obediently along my wrist. “Yield.” The book opened without touch, that was new and I would be proud, but this was not the time. The pages ruffled as if wind lived only inside them. Ink stirred and the symbols woke.

Micha and I exchanged looks—half shocked, half thrilled. I picked the book carefully, and we both sat in the chairs facing the table. The book felt warm, almost alive. As soon as our eyes landed on the words, the letters began to form sentences like the book could hear our thoughts. It felt like the book wasn't just telling a story. It was speaking… directly to us. --- "Dearest gentle reader, welcome. This book has been waiting for you. Now we continue the journey of how the war between realms truly began."

Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting. Trisha walked slowly to where it was and pulled it out of the other nine books crammed into the same row with it. She repeated the same process she had with the other books she'd picked—dusted it's shabby cover to see it's name. Unfortunately and very shockingly, too, there was none inscribed on it. That was odd. She flipped the book to the other end but nothing. It was empty of inscriptions, just like the front was. Slowly, she opened the book to first page.

I picked up the journal on the table, turned to a pristine new page, and wrote the first line. [Apocalypse Year One, Day One. Weather: Clear. [I await the fading of crises and chaos, when all things wake to a rebirth.]

The book was an ancient one from the looks, it had latin words and strange patterns written all over it. The only understandable word was the bold 'Garou' written at the top. I touched the book in Crescent's hand expecting to get the same reaction, but i didnt, it was just normal. I guess the book knows what it's doing, it wanted Crescent to open it. Scratch that, it wasn't normal, the feeling of touching the book was different from the feeling of touching a normal book. It felt like the book had a life of it's own. "Should we open it?" Crescent asked." I don't think we should, we aren't supposed to be here in the first place" I said and he agreed with me, then he put the book back in it's p

I tossed it back into the drawer and chose the other by default. "The beginning of the end" I read out from the cover, then paused it think about it for a second "Hmm...interesting" I said, flipping through to the first chapter. Uninterrupted, I finished the first chapter in minutes but somewhere in the middle of the second, Caleb brought me dinner. I ate to my fill and lay down supine, meditating on the unfolding storyline.

Without hesitation, I opened the book to the first page. The pafes were filled with elegent handwritings, seemingly written. As I leaf through the pages, o realized that it's not just any ordinary book and it made me wonder because it looked so weird. There was absolutely no picture at the front, neither was there a name that identified the author who wrote the book. Was this the book we were searching for? Why was it in Cassandra's room? Had she been pretending all along that this book was yet to be found? I felt a breeze coming from no where as I looked into the book, till I opened a page and saw a note inside. I took it and opened it. 'If anybody sees this book except the one who is chose

Nothing but dust, endless, endless dust and a very broken girl. Madeline smiled judging by the prologue, the book just screamed please read me and she was going to and you should too. "Who are you..Death?..." The mc asked as she closed at the person dressed in a ragged black coat. "Sometimes but not today..." Madeline closed the book, taking a deep breath, this was her reaction whenever she read a good line. "It's like I'm transported into the book.." Madeline opened the book again and continued reading, somehow she found her way back to her room.

They respond emotionally. They defend. They justify. --- Difference I do not. --- Final Line (HOOK) And somewhere else— Someone is beginning to understand— They didn’t start a problem. They started a war. --- Thank you to everyone who has been reading my book but I need you guys to leave comments please that would make my day and motivate me to write more 🥰😊🙏