Face It Book Novels & Stories

Growling I sit up then hold the book "What's your problem, I know you're not fake so why are you hiding " " am not" The moment the book spoke I quickly let it go but it didn't fall off my hand, it remained in the air. " you..... just.... speak" stammer I crawl backward on the bed "How is a book speaking" " what do you expect lady, you have been making so much noise am forced to wake up "Two eyes open, a mouth shape forms then a nose, the book blinks then exhales loudly " It feels great to be awake again, I thought they are no more innocent women for me to eat "

//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.

Brian focuses his attention on Chris; he is shaking after what went down. "Are you alright? Chris?" he asks. Brian lays his right hand on his shoulder. Chris pushes Brian to the floor. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?" Brian angrily asks. "You are the worst person I have ever met!" he firmly says to him. "EXCUSE ME?" he is outraged that his partner disrespected him. Brian picks himself up from the floor and stands up to confront Chris. "You heard me, you racist bastard!" he firmly tells him. Brian chuckles.

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.

He's the one who lied to me. My eyes were swollen from my endless crying. Kent doesn't know about this. I bet he was waiting for me at the airport. Maybe a miracle might happen and someone will come to save me. I tried to calm myself when I heard heavy footsteps of a man's shoe approaching towards me. It's Gale with his devilish gaze. "Hello, Lucy. How's your life here? Did I startle you?", he came closer and skid the hair strands covering my face. I felt gross in his touch. I spit my saliva on his face.

She had to learn the hard way not to judge a book by its cover. She suddenly laughed and pulled some tissue to dab her eyes with. “For such a beautiful person, you have such an ugly mouth. Fine, I admit that you got to me there. I won’t lie that I love him, but if there’s one thing I know, it’s who I am. I don’t go around wearing thousands faces to please the public. At least I’m no snake, hissing and bitting at people behind closed doors.” Freda arched a brow and looked her from the feet up. “Oh, so you’re all strong and won’t get hurt easily, is that it?”

He goes away while I'm staring at everyone, trying to keep myself busy with my thoughts even though I feel out of place. He returned with a canned drink; we found a spot to see and finally sat. I suck at starting up a conversation; instead, I focus on scrolling through my phone while Daniel discusses it with the rest of the people sitting with us; it's a table of four. Then everywhere goes silent; the author of the book goes to the stage, and behind the stage is a projector displaying the book with animation that accompanies it. Titled, “When I broke free”It's a middle-aged woman, possibly in her late 40s.She begins.

“You are so full of shit. But fine. Keep your mountain cabin secrets. For now.” She didn’t believe me for a second. And honestly? I didn’t blame her. I was sitting in a public school commons, pretending to care about comparative government, while my brain had apparently decided to run an unlicensed documentary called *Things Sloane Winters Should Never Think About in Public*. Riley stirred her iced latte slowly, eyes narrowed. “You know, your face is doing that thing.” “My face is not doing anything.” “Your face is writing a confession.” “It’s reading a syllabus.”

Fake relationships were easier in public till the public started asking questions. I wanted to speak but I couldn’t. I was suddenly aware of all the bodies beside me, all the noise around me. “You work at the cafe near Kensington right?” She said. I felt the blood pounding in my ears. “This one right?” She shoved her phone in my face. I couldn’t talk. I didn’t know what scared me the most. Being seen or being understood. “Is it because your family is going downhill? It must be so horrible that you have to ask the school for aid?” She feigned concern.