Face A Book Novels & Stories

They were all adjusted alphabetically. He then randomly picked a book. ‘If I had your Face – By Frances Cha’ He read the title. He opened the book. On the first page, there was her name and a date written. The date when she either got the book or started reading it. He flipped through the pages. She had underlined some context. Marked notes somewhere. Scribbled replies to some lines. He laughed to himself. There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.”

Roy got to his feet and gestured to the doors of the cafeteria. "No face, but maybe I'll get one later. I'm curious about this book, though. I couldn't open it, but I felt a powerful aura come from it." She mentioned as they walked back inside. She tried to ignore the eyes that followed her every move. Does Roy feel the intense staring like I do? Does he feel bothered walking alongside of me?

With a gentle hug, I put the book down and immediately left for work. At 5:30 I was behind the shop waiting for my employers. I began to think about what happened last night. I was contemplating how a small book could increase in size by itself. The book could talk and give instructions for humans to follow. What amazed me more was the fact that fire of blood could rest in a bowl and the book didn’t burn but when I put my hand I was burning that I could even felt the fire even in my intestines.

I watch as she processes my words, her face going from scrunched and confused, to surprised until a wide smile splits across her face. "Are you serious?" she asks. I take the book from her hands and flip it open to the first sex scene and hand it back to her. I watch as her eyes flit across the page. As she reads, a pink flush spreads up her neck to her face until she looks up at me. "You read this whole book?" she asks, flipping through all of the pages. "Yep. Jack and I both did. And every week we go to book club to talk about it. The ladies have kind of taken an interest in us. Giving us some tips and things." I admit, feeling my face blush.

I glare at the book and shut the locker. "Hey," a voice says from behind me, and I gasp as I let go of my things. I groan at the sight of my scattered things. I glare at the person who dared to scare me. My eyes meet Ace's. I quickly stop staring and start to pick up my things. "That's why you looked familiar," he says with a smirk, and I roll my eyes. Once I am done, I stand up and run my fingers through my hair to straighten them. I look at him again, then force a smile on my face.

It showed the Key- Slapping Slizzard, same as before, dashing through the library, stealing a book, taking it out onto the front step of the library and burning it. Em face was white. "This is not good. Why would a person who was looking okay and mentally stable would do such a foolish act. This can't be true. I still don't believe this. A person stole a book and decided not to use it for anything than to burn it. How is that even possible. After all the stress and the risk, burning the book should not be the end point." Em said with a disturbed look. Em face was white. "This is not good."

I looked at the book in his hand, and it was turned upside down, which meant he wasn't reading the book, he just used the book to cover his face, so he wouldn't look at me. "Really? Are you reading or are you trying to avoid looking at my face?" I asked. "I am reading Denise. Go back to your room and leave me alone" He said. I walked closer to him, and took the book from him. "Who reads a book upside down?" Mavis looked at me, and looked somewhere else. "It's not what you think Mavis" I said. "What are you talking about?" He asked, feigning ignorant. "The hug you saw earlier, it was nothing"

My body was tensed and ready to fight or run. Rhea stepped inside. I hadn't expected her to find this place and from the surprise on her face, she hadn't expected me to be here either. We stared at each other across the overgrown space. Rhea's expression was unreadable in that particular way of hers - like she was always calculating three moves ahead. She held a book against her chest. It didn’t look like a book from the academy library. This was old. The front was torn. "Leave," I said flatly.

I said. I saw a book with an ancient cover. There is a specific thickness, a color that is foreign to me. And some of them are already foggy, and some are not. My eyes are drawn to the book with the words' Real power'. I took the book and put it on the table. When I opened the first page of the book, there was a painting of a handsome man. The man had a thin beard with a sharp facial jaw. His eyes were piercing but seemed to hold sadness. Even the pose of the man in the painting is quite stiff.

My face, as straight as my spine. Uncle Niall placed the book back; his fingers ran across several books before clinging onto a red one—one that stood amidst the black books like it was lost—pulling it out. His eyes fixed on the dull white pages of the book. “Unfamiliar or threatening?” The flutters of the paper punctuated the lingering tension in the office. “What’s unfamiliar about my face?” He flashed a hideous, malicious, and demonic smile.