Face A Book Novels & Stories

"Cursed you? How? Why?" He gestured towards a worn leather-bound book lying open on the table. "Look." Hesitantly, I approached and peered at the faded photographs within. My breath hitched in my throat. Those weren't just ordinary pictures. They were glimpses into the past, depicting events that had long been forgotten. And there, staring back at me, were faces I knew intimately – my own, Kane's, and Dane's, though impossibly young, their eyes filled with a strange, almost manic intensity.

"Be honest, Softy. Are you masturbating?" I was stunned, and I know my face is very... very, very red right now. "There's no need, sweety. You shouldn't learn what's written in this book..." He lifted the book and placed it against the side of my face. I gulped when his face almost reached mine. "Because I'm here to do that to you." I blinked several times. My hair stood on end as if seeing a ghost. My heart was racing as if I had just finished a race.

After setting the now visible book back on the desk, which thankfully didn’t make it disappear once more, I smack at the hands fawning over me to get the two overprotective men off of me. “My nose is healed.” I grumble. “Now get off of me.” I run my fingers over my face, letting out a gasp when my hand comes back covered in blood. “Does it look that bad?” I ask, turning towards Kenji who I know won’t lie to me. “It definitely doesn’t look pretty.” He tells me, touching my face softly to reassure himself that I am okay. “What happened?” He asks, dropping his hand from my face. “It was like the book weighed a ton.” I turn to the book, my face scrunched up in displeasure. “When I gave the book

I think he is like the other dog in the neighborhood. I sat opposite to him, so now we’re face to face, but I can’t obviously see his face because he is reading and he is holding his book on his face. The book is ruining the view! Just kidding, I love books. That’s why I’m here. And I like books more than him.

I facepalmed as I stood up, wanting to return the book. Something slipped off the book, as I furrowed my brows. I bent to pick it, as my eyes met with the words at the back. 'MY ONE AND ONLY'. Putting up the courage in me, I turned the picture to face me as the only person that I thought of came to face me.

No way that cool guy would come over to her, right? “Yes, enough with that. The book is got in the way.” She gasped, swallowed hard when what she was thinking earlier became real. The man did approach her, pulling the book she used to hide her face from him away. “This much better. Hello, Miss Veronica Darren.” ***

Books are meant to be read, not sit in a shiny glass case for the rest of its life. I still lay there staring blankly at nothing while tracing the beautiful design of the book with my finger, as it lays closely to my face. There is no rhyme or reason to this situation, little did I know the night I was almost raped, I would meet an even bigger obstacle than that.

I’M SLOWLY WAKING UP, RUBBING the sleep from my eyes, when I notice a small, mysterious figure sitting on an armchair across from me. Their tiny legs are crossed, and they're holding this huge book that covers their entire face. I can’t make out their features, but I know exactly who it is. I manage to croak out, "What are you doing in my room?", my voice still heavy with sleep as I struggle to sit up.

He asks. "What makes you think there's something on my mind." I ask meeting his gaze. I could see him screwtanizing me with his eyes but I couldn't tell what was going on in his mind. "You don't have a book, so must have come out here to think. Or clear your head." He tells me his conclusion as he moves his gaze away from me. Did he just read me like a book? "What's with that face your making?" "Am I making a face?"

I sit to read but I just didn't find it interesting, I returned it and pick another one, I opened it and began to flip the pages and think it's not my kind of book. I pick another one and try to flip it through and it fell from me, I was going to pick up the book when two pictures fell out from it. I pick the books and pictures and take a look at the pictures, I was shocked at the picture I saw and I checked the other and it was the same face, the same way he had smiled before asking us to have sex in the car that he had smiled in the picture. I try to think back to the face, the way we stood and talk, the way he stared at me after the sex and ask me never to do this with any man again.