Novel & Cerita Face A Book

Oliver was standing facing the window. Note: Don't forget to like, comment, and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform.

A smile spread all over my face, removing a book from the shelf while my eyes brushed through the hardcover. I plopped down on the comfy couch, propping my legs on the center table, and I was about to flick through the pages of the book when the door swung open and on thinking that it was Astrid who promised to visit me, I grinned. “Astrid, you should check all the books here…” My words trailed off and at that moment, my heart turned cold in my chest as I roused up. The smile on my face died, and the book slipped from my hands to the ground, the soft thud echoing down my ears as fear gnawed at my throat.

I took a couple deep breaths before turning to the shelves. I didn’t know what I was looking for so I just pulled out the first book that caught my eye. I pulled out another and suddenly there was a face in front of me, making me yell and take a step back. It soon morphed into Damon’s laughing face “You’re so damn easy to scare” he said, holding the shelf to keep himself from going into a laughing fit.

carved into it. On my first day in prison, the other inmates heard that "I" had killed a child in a hit-and-run and fled the scene. So, they pinned me to the ground and branded that mark of shame onto my face. From that day on, beatings became part of my daily life. Riley froze for a moment. A trace of guilt flashed in her eyes before it disappeared. Just then, Leo Ferdinand leaned out from the passenger seat. His face had been altered, and he no longer looked quite like he used to. Then again, with Riley being one of the most renowned plastic surgeons in the country, changing someone's face was effortless for her.

My thumb stroked a small black leather book with emerald filigrees, and the room became foggy. "Here, baby," a woman's voice spoke behind me that caused me to jump. When I turned to look at her, her face was distorted and blurred out, causing my breath to catch in my chest. Why couldn't I see her face? The hackles on my neck raised; I had never experienced this before.

(Continuing at the Valois river estate, with Day 30 closing in.) The bookshelf moved. Not the polite kind of movement, either. Not the gentle shiver of an old house settling. This was a slow scrape, deliberate, like someone was pushing a secret open from the other side. I stood there with a bowl of fruit in my hands, because apparently that was my chosen weapon today. The gap widened. A thin slice of darkness appeared. Cold air breathed out. Then a face slid into view.

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Pile of books piled on the table. Towering high to cover Rail's very serious face. He read every word, sentence and paragraph written in the book. The book contains about human organs in more detail. He took the wrong book, after finishing and didn't get what he was looking for. He changed his book to another. One book was finished reading and he didn't find what he was looking for, he moved to another book that was in the pile. The pile moved from one side of the table to the other.

I said. "You have the pleased face," she said. "Number four in my catalogue." "You catalogued seven faces," I said. "You told me that in Edinburgh." "I've added two since Edinburgh," she said. "You have nine now." I looked at her. "What are the new two," I said. "The Edinburgh bookshop face," she said. "When you found the aerospace book. And the Sunday lunch face." "I don't have a Sunday lunch face," I said. "You absolutely do," she said. "It's the one where you're looking at the table and you think nobody can see you doing it."

It's his doppelganger. "Can I share this table with you?" He asked with an expressionless face that made me unconsciously nod. He sat down on the chair in front of me and began reading his books. He's reading a book about Algebra. I think he felt that I was staring at him, that's why he looked back at me. I felt shy because of that and just focused on the book I am reading. We were both surrounded in complete silence, except for the noisy middle schoolers on the next table.