Face A Book Novels & Stories

He didn't look like military and Lo hadn't said exactly what it was he'd ran from, but I was sure I'd learn all I needed to soon enough. I turned my attention to the album growing more and more confused with each page until I got to the middle and saw her face there. I went cold first before the trembling started in my legs and made its way up to my arms and the rest of me; instant headache. "What the fuck?" I threw the book across the room crashing it into the wall. I had to calm down before I went to get it back, but my hands were still trembling. I went through the book again, this time with new eyes. I started to reach for the phone to call Lo and then I saw another familiar face. It had

He kissed my trembling lashes. "I knew." My face burned. Shame. Exposure. My throat closed. "And you—" He pulled me tighter. Wouldn't let me shrink. "Scared?" His voice was steady. Solid. "Books are paper. People are real." "My life? A piece of paper doesn't get a vote." I looked at him. Words stuck. "You think it's funny? Watching me play along?" "No." He held my face. Made me see him. "My Lisa. That book gave you an ending that should never have existed."

She walked into the library, took one look at my face and sat down with the energy of someone who had already decided how this conversation was going. “Did something happen?,” she said smiling widely at me. “Good afternoon Rosa,” I said. “Don’t good afternoon me.” She leaned forward. “You have a look on your face.” “I always have a look on my face. It’s called having a face.” “Not this look.” She tilted her head. “This is the something happened look.” I kept my eyes on my book. “Oriana.” “Nothing happened Rosa.” “But almost.” I turned a page I hadn’t read.

AVA I turned to face the speaker, and my eyes met those of another attendant. He seemed upset, his brow furrowed in concern. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice firm but polite. I felt a surge of embarrassment, realizing that I had overstepped my bounds. "I apologize," I said, trying to explain. "I was looking for that book." I gestured to the black book with the jade symbol on its cover. The attendant's expression turned stern, and he stepped forward. "You need to leave," he said. "This section is restricted for a reason."

Panic set in as she stumbled to her cloak, patting it down twice with trembling hands before realizing the book was missing. Taking a deep, steadying breath, Evee composed herself and stepped out into the corridor. The noise grew louder, chaotic voices merging into an unintelligible roar. As she emerged into the open, her heart sank. A mob had gathered, their anger palpable, faces twisted with rage and betrayal. At the forefront stood Justina, gripping the book high above her head like a trophy. By their reactions, it was clear they had some idea of the book’s contents.

It looks different from the others, but that is what makes the book attractive to the man's eyes. The most different book from the others. Not very eye-catching. Making anyone who saw the book without thinking will immediately pass it. Stev stared flatly at the book. He then walked from there and intends to find Bella, who is now reading a book alone. "Can I sit here?" asked a sweet-faced man to Bella. He pointed to the chair in front of the woman while wearing a friendly smile. Make anyone who saw it would immediately agree with the words of the man without thinking.

//Chandra Margaret// I immediately put all the snack that I prepared for the boys. My hands are shaking a bit as I go to the living room. There is three boys in total. I dare not to look in their faces. "H-here is the food." I clear my throat. Even my voice is shaking. The boy in the single sofa look at me. He's reading a book in his hand. I know that book! It's Our dawn is hotter than day. A book about two people who keep their night busy while sleeping in the daylight.

Rudra says as he takes the book from my hand to show me the page I opened. The page has drawing of one man and woman without face entwined to each other in sitting position where the woman is on the top. "Ahhhhhhh! What kind of person keeps a book like this. Oh my eyes. What have I seen? Put it aside." I say as I look away and he takes me towards the sofa. "Why? It is the reason you are happy, aren't you?" He say as he pushes me to take a seat and hovers above me.

He rubbed his eyes as he felt sadness in his chest as if pinching while reading this book. He noticed Iyak laughing at the book he was reading, his attention was drawn to this Author and he put the book down first. He picked up his cellphone and searched the back of this book, trying to look at its face. Only his face could be seen, "Looks like I've seen him?" He struggles to think but no information enters. "Ahh there are a lot of mustaches in the world so maybe he just looks like him." He promised while talking on his cellphone.

The giant book slowly turned its page by itself and dragged along as it moved. And Camela saw her own face drawn there in blood on the page. Her scream pierced through the air— —and then the library doors slammed shut around them.