Best Opening Lines To Books Novels & Stories

I sat with my legs folded against the other. I opened page one then page two then page three but I couldn't remember any line from the last page, I couldn't even remember the name of the novel all I saw at every line was; ‘This deal needs a stable image, and a woman beside me gives them that. I’ve already introduced her to everyone that matters’ “Ahh,” I screamed, closed the book, and threw it onto the table.

I found a book, called 'last time' I opened the book to a random page, somewhere in the middle and proceeded to read the first paragraph 'Jodie knew that Darren would look for her, even as she hid from him, she was crying quietly now, she was scared he would find her, she needed to escape but for some reason she couldn't blink, maybe it was the tears, maybe Darren drugged her, who knew, she soon heard footsteps, she covered her mouth so Darren could not hear her, she pleaded, in her mind, with the gods to save her' I closed the book, it seemed interesting, I carried the book to a comfortable looking green recliner, I sat down in the chair with my legs crossed underneath me, I opened the book

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 answer here. "Nice choice. That's good." Yuwe said to me and turned his attention back to the book he was reading. I just opened the book and the first thing that caught my eye was the foreword. I didn't even pay attention to the foreword and turned to the next page and immediately saw the introduction. Welcome to Pandora's Mythology. This book contains the past and future. Please read for a better understanding. That's all it says so I turned to the next page.

Novel's POV After returning home, the book seemed to pulse on my desk, demanding to be opened. Earlier, I’d told that woman I had a boyfriend, but the truth stung, Alexei hadn’t even asked me out yet. How pathetic of me. “The Book of Outer Land,” I whispered, sliding on my reading glasses. As I opened the cover, a cloud of ancient dust drifted upward, smelling of cedar and forgotten places. “Ouch, cough! Seriously?” I sputtered, waving the dust away. My eyes landed on the dedication page.

"The true history of the Council." At the center of the chamber stood a single wooden desk. On it rested an old oil lamp. Its flame burned steadily despite the still air. Beside the lamp sat a leather-bound book. The cover bore a single word. BEGINNING Samuel approached carefully. The book was old. Far older than anything else they had seen. He reached toward it. The Vault spoke. "Authorized." He opened the cover. The first page contained only one sentence. Every empire begins with a fear. Samuel turned the page.

How he would do more of shooting while I do more of cracking the puzzles and riddles. 🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹 The clear blue sky was wide spread out. The morning breeze was peaceful as the warm sun glistened, promising a brig...just a quick reminder that I know the "proper" way to start a book. Go nibble on a fried chicken's limb or something if you are angry.

DEDICATION: I dedicate this chapter to 'Mhiz Grace Pretty' for dropping two gems on my book this month. You are amazing 😘 Elliot's POV The book was magnificent. Just as I imagined. Once I reached home I had already prepared myself to open it but I had to savour the moment of having the first magic book in the world.

One note, at the end of the document, was not about the text but about the structure, and it was the note she would think about longest. Harriet had written: The book begins when Aria arrives. But the story begins before she arrives, in the silence that preceded her and that her arrival ended. I wonder whether there is a brief opening, before the waiting room, that gives the reader the shape of what has been happening in the house in the absence of something it needed. Not a chapter. Perhaps only a page. Something that establishes the silence before we understand that it is about to change. Aria looked at this note for a long time.

As I held it in my hands, a surge of anticipation coursed through me. "I wonder what's in you," I said as I settled onto the plush cushions of the nearby armchair, cradling the book in my lap. Opening it gently, I was greeted by intricate illustrations and delicate handwriting that seemed to dance across the page. The words on the page weaved a tale of forbidden love and dark desires. It was a dark romance, filled with passion and danger, a story that both intrigued and captivated me. I was instantly drawn into the world of the characters, their struggles, and their yearning for a love that defied the odds.