Book Opening Lines Novels & Stories

“But leave some of Daddy’s cum inside you. I want you walking around all day feeling exactly who you belong to.” I shivered with fresh arousal. “Yes, Daddy.”

I noticed there were some golden pages at the beginning of the book since I was looking at it for the first time. As I opened the cover, my eyes were drawn to the first page. My curiosity was piqued by its title. [1789 Fruits] Although the title is relatively unattractive, I found it interesting. Why? My head swelled with information as soon as I read the title. It was like a tsunami of information. Urghh! My head shook as I dropped the book, and then the information stopped immediately. Shame. Despite the fact that it wasn't that severe, I reacted violently to the pain because it had come on so suddenly.

When Lex hearted those words he widened his eyes and take a vividly look at him. "So, are you here to kill me so you would become the husband of the female Alpha?" Lex bluntly voice out what he has in his thoughts. Liam trying to reprimand Lex about he just said but he didn't allow him to do so. "If that is so. You're in the wrong place." Lex exclaimed while he started to stand ip in his chair. "It's not——" Liam exclaimed but didn't have the chance to continue when Lex suddenly interrupted him. "Look around you Liam, those guards that you have just encountered? In just one click of my hand , they can kill you on the spot." Lex in his full voice he exclaimed those words.

“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.

She bent slightly from where she stood but didn’t force herself to squeeze under the desk with me. “Books,” I muttered, still inspecting them. I crawled out and placed the books on the desk. Standing up, I put my hands on my hips. Beside me, Corrine leaned in to examine the books as well. She reached out as if to touch one, but then hesitated. Instead, she looked at me and asked, “May I—?” I paused before answering, “Yes.” Only then did Corrine pick up one of the books—the largest of the three—and carefully open it. On the very first page, we saw elegant, looping handwriting, as though written with great care.

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

She opened it to a random page and read the first line her eyes found, a line written in slightly smaller letters than the rest, tucked below an ordinary household note like something added as an afterthought that had been too true to leave out. *No one else is going to.* Isabella read it once. Then she closed the notebook, set it back exactly where she had found it, and lay back down. Her face went very still. She stared at the ceiling for a long time without moving. …

Could this book be important, kept here? As he tries touching the box, it opens up, there it goes, and I guess I just had to touch it. He reaches for the book taking it out. The covers are dark and old with no writing on them. Should I open it or put it back? After a thought or two, he decides to open it. He can’t believe what he sees. It’s his name written on the first page. Wow what a coincidence, He really has had a day full of surprises. He’s about to open the next leave when he gets the Samsung ringtone, his phone is ringing, looking at the screen, its Gilbert calling. He picks

"What exactly are you looking for, or looking to find." "I don't know. The initials just called me. F.S." "That's, that's not a lot." Zoe completed like I didn't know that already. " Read the book, you haven't right?" I nodded and flipped the book open. The following pages after the dedication and first page were empty. After that, the next heading read Content with a series of smaller sentences piling up in a straight line. There were no lines on the yellowed pages, but the sentences were straight. The handwriting on its own, not so much. A few of the titles had disappeared so a the whole page didn't make a lot of sense.

I whispered, smiling warmly at him. "You're right," he nodded, lying beside me. "So, where do I start?" he asked, flipping through the pages. "From the beginning, of course," I blurted out, chuckling. He laughed as well, flipping back to the first page. I moved closer to him, laying my head gently on his shoulder as he started reading the book. The book didn't start as Alexander expected. It was too spicy for the first chapter. "What in the name of God is this?" Alexander gasped, his eyes widening at the book.