Novel & Cerita Description Of Book

I despise him so much and it is so hard to hide from this world when you know that every corner of this Academy is shouting Cayden's name. We just went to the shelves and I looked for a book to read because. I was thoroughly checking the books when I touched a book and it felt like I was suddenly electrocuted so I immediately let go. Shit, is this what they call static? I was curious, I looked at the book and I raised my hand again to touch it and this time I was not electrocuted. I took the book and looked. It is a brownish color book with moleskin. It looks old but still, it is in a good condition. I just read the title of the book.

Removing some books from the top, my heart leaped for joy when I saw a book that I actually liked. "Thank you," I said with a smile as I pulled it out and admired the cover. "I'll continue to make use of them all." "What book is that?" Benjamin asked as he leaned in to look at the cover. "It's a fiction novel about romance in the midst of a plague," I answered and before I knew it, I was blabbering away.

Rosemary’s Pov “I will eat later…” I say softly , offering him a smile. He exchanges a look with Xavier , but I do not stay for the lectures that I know is coming. Instead I walk to the entrance and sit on the floor in a crossed legged position – my eyes fixated on the fiery red flames that almost touches the sky. I sit out there for a while , enjoying the peace of being alone. At this moment , all I ever want is to be alone. I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom.

It was silent now, aside from my footsteps, but I still could imagine just how magical it felt when the piano at the center of the room was being played. I kept searching the library; none of the titles stood out to me so I gave up and grabbed the book that was sitting in a cozy-looking chair. I plopped myself down and flipped through the first few pages. My eyebrows furrowed as I closed the book and reread the title. "The Origin of Shifters?" I murmured. This book should be thousands of pages long with obnoxiously dense material, but the one in my hands was maybe a hundred pages and full of hand-drawn pictures.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

Freeze says. He takes the book off my desk and starts flipping through it. He finally stops on the dragon he is looking for. He flips the book around and places it down in front of me. My eyes were about pop out of my head. I start reading the description that it gives, and Freeze is right. It describes her almost perfectly. “How would this be possible? That dragon is just a myth.” I asked.

"There's nothing that compares to it. The weight of it, the texture of the cover, the way the spine makes that little cracking sound when you open it for the first time..." Her body actually shivers as she describes this, and I'm stunned to find myself responding to her passion. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was describing an intimate encounter rather than reading a book. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing slightly quicker, and there's a brightness to her eyes that's utterly mesmerizing. I should reconsider my opinion of libraries, it seems. I could listen to her talk about this for hours, though I'm becoming uncomfortably aware of a tightening in my trousers. Xavier would laugh

Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose. While I was standing there next to them, praying they didn’t choose more than a few of the stories. “Poison, this one seems interesting.” The outgoing twin stated about to touch the page. I muttered a few curses under my breath that they ‌either didn’t hear or ignored. Although Poison wasn’t the darkest story in my book; it wasn’t the lightest either. “Shouldn’t we read the book description first?” the other twin asked “Of course not! Who even reads book descriptions?” was the first one’s response.

⸻ Almost deliberately. ⸻ Then a single object emerged. ⸻ Not a weapon. ⸻ Not a creature. ⸻ Not a god. ⸻ A book. 📖 ⸻ A simple book. ⸻ Floating in the air. ⸻ Burned. ⸻ Damaged. ⸻ Ancient. ⸻ Its pages were torn. ⸻ Its cover almost destroyed. ⸻ Yet one title remained visible. ⸻

The book was fairly big, and looked like it had been opened and closed by many hands, the edges were frayed and the book had a brown tint to it. "The chronicle of the six?" I asked, wondering what was the idea behind the name of the book. "Yes, it details the creation and the extent of the power of the deities" he said to me, still stretching it out, patiently, waiting. Why would I need to read a book about deities though? Well, I didn't have a choice, he knew more than me and I was happy to learn as much as I could. I took the book from him and closely examined it, flipping the pages open. The lettering wasn't so big, but the words in the book called to me in a strange way, I suddenly could