Novel & Cerita Don't Judge The Book By Its Cover

____________________________________________________ "Should I believe what I see , Or should I believe what I hear. Should I judge a book by it's cover, Or should I read 100s of pages to be fair. Let me collect evidences to what I hear, Let me confirm what I see is real. Then will I decide what is just , Then will I decide what is fair.

I asked with wonder when I was finally clear headed enough to speak again. “I told you that’s where you were going,” Joshua said with surprise. “That place we left was so bad,” I began. “It may not look pretty, but it serves a good purpose for a lot of people,” Joshua said, firmly. “Sometimes it’s best not to judge a book by its cover.” I put my hand to my bandage and noticed that it was much smaller. “This is half the size of the one you took off,” I mused. “I’ll bet it feels better,” he said with a smile.

She took her hand and shoved it away from his face and muttered. “Babe, just don’t judge a book by its cover, I am one of those guys who will make you scream to the top of your voice and if you get a chance to taste what I can offer your body then you will never want to let go. So before you start to talk next time, learn to think carefully of what comes out of your stupid mouth” “Hey stop insulting me it hasn’t come to that, well I admit I went a little overboard. Please forgive me” She sincerely apologized.

he said looking me in the eye “but have you ever heard of the saying, ne sudi o knige po oblozhke?” “Never judge a book by its cover” I said raising an eyebrow. “You understand Russian” “YA dolzhen eto tvoyemu bratu” I owe that to your brother. Viktor simply smiled and nodded in response before his expression returned to that of being serious once again.

asked a woman. Qeiza felt she had ever heard that voice. She didn’t know where. Her memory was still hazy. “She should have been awake,” said a man. Qeiza soon recognized the voice. He was the round-faced man. An old saying was actually right. Never being deceived by appearance! It’s just the same as don’t judge the book by its cover. “What should we do now, Miss Aleta?” 'He is the blue-eyed man,' thought Qeiza. 'So, they are Aleta’s men?'

Rosy came to us and offered us a glass of juice. "Thank you, Rosy." I am perplexed as to why she provided us with juice when we did not inquire about it. She handed me the glass with a seductive smile. I ignored her smile and focused on Sara. "Sara, how did you simplify things so easily?" I looked at her with admiration. "I've learned from my past experiences to never judge a book by its cover. Furthermore, as an author, I must consider every possibility that may arise." She reached for her glass, but it slipped on the table.

“This is a library, Arian.” “I know but…” I started but he cut in. “I’ve been coming to this library for months. It's quiet and it's a good place to work.” I blinked. “You’ve been coming here to work?” Kael leaned against the shelf, crossing his arms. “Since you work in the library you should know by now that it's not good to judge the book by its cover.” “Have you met you? You will also judge the book if you were in my shoes.”

I extend my hand to him for a handshake, how awkward, that was the only thing that popped into my head, "Goddammit" " For a moment I think we are on the same page, Mary always grunts that I always judge a book by its cover, but my interests are never wrong, by the time I finish my lonely thought Mr. Fancy Pants has already occupied the other end of the chair which was empty few seconds ago.

"Don't judge a book by its cover.." I didn't say anything,and looked away.He shaked some keys in front of my face.So what now?What's wrong with this guy?Can't he understand that i don't want anything from him?He's the kind of guy who thinks that he can have everything he wants whenever he wants. "Wanna have a ride?" "A ride?Can't you see that i'm not interested " "I said a ride,not having sex.If you don't want to ,that's okay..and ..i'm not that bad as you can see.."

It was hard to believe that the fragile docile beauty I was used to was the same one standing before me, looking like a proud evil mastermind that was about to shred her prey to pieces. “Yes, darling. It must come as a surprise to you but what do they say, is it…” She cocked her head to the side with a finger on her chin, in a thoughtful pose. “Don’t judge a book by its cover, is that it?” She asked, her tone dripping with mockery and satisfaction. “W-why…”