Best Opening Lines To Books Novels & Stories

Sophia opened the first page of the diary and her attention was immediately captivated by the first lines. "Dear Sophia," the diary began, each word etched onto the yellowed paper with a sense of urgency and purpose, "maybe it's time to tell you about my life when things weren't so easy. The moment when I had to commit crimes ..."

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.

“The smell. Were we in danger?” “Should I?” “I think you should.” “I feel so awkward around him, though. I don’t know how to talk to him.” “Think of it as opening a book.” “What do you mean?” “Think of it as reading your favorite book for the first time.” “I’m supposed to think of Orion as my favorite book?” I liked that. Warm jolts of electricity caught my attention as Orions squeezed my hand in his. I glanced up at him, grabbing his eyes focused on me. His eyes caught the last fleeting rays of light of the day in them, welcoming pools I would never tire of getting lost in.

Libro Vitae whispered its voice harmonious. "Libro Vitae, please show me where Alastair is hiding," I asked. The book hummed in response. Libro Vitae became warm in my hands. The cover opened, pages flipped continuously until they suddenly stopped. The words on the page jumped off the paper, floating into the air, wrapping themselves around me. In a blink of an eye, I was pulled into the book. Light flooded my vision. Every sound echoed around me. Voices raced past me, speaking in riddles. Some shouting, screaming, others a dull whisper. Libro Vitae's voice became louder as I watched the trees form around me.

He never got to finished what he was saying when many black wolf entered the premises and when they saw him they started to bring out those teeth and started to yelp. They started to circling where Liam was standing while he was also glancing at them one by one. Looking behind him and then to his front. There is one leader of the pack, they were just waiting for his signal to attack Liam. When they got the signal just by staring at hos eyes they already know what would that be and even Liam knows that sign. When he saw that sign, Liam prepares himself to engaged while he was waiting for them to attack. Upon getting the sign from their leader, they turned their heads to Liam and prepare to at

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.

Growling I sit up then hold the book "What's your problem, I know you're not fake so why are you hiding " " am not" The moment the book spoke I quickly let it go but it didn't fall off my hand, it remained in the air. " you..... just.... speak" stammer I crawl backward on the bed "How is a book speaking" " what do you expect lady, you have been making so much noise am forced to wake up "Two eyes open, a mouth shape forms then a nose, the book blinks then exhales loudly " It feels great to be awake again, I thought they are no more innocent women for me to eat "

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..."

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.

He handed her his tea and she drank it and they stood at the wall for another few minutes in the cold that was already warming as the morning advanced and then she turned and walked back into the keep to the study and the desk and the blank first page of the second book. She wrote the opening line. It started: The break happened in January. She kept writing.