Face It Book Novels & Stories

I mutter, looking at my foot, which was hit by some sort of book. I lift my foot and give it a light massage with my hands before picking up the book. As I read its title, "FAREWELL TO HUMANITY," I remember the events: mountain, rock, handsome man, fainting, handsome man, book, handsome man... Yeah, lots of events. I'm not doing well; I barely left home and I've already gotten myself into trouble, cursed mountain. Still lost in recent events, I run my finger over the couple on the book's cover, and for some reason, Deniel's image comes to mind, causing a small (very small) smile to form on my lips. He's so handsome and masculine.

Hello Lovely People! Read the chapter till the END to know what exactly is going to happen. Rate my book with 5 stars, share the book with your friends and comment to share your voice. Also read my other book called 'Sealed Desire'. Love, Eeman Faisal *** I was fuming with anger. If I would have been in some cartoon then probably there would have been steam looming out of my ears. However this was evident to me that my face was as red as a tomato.

While I was walking to my table, where I had left my bag, I used my hand to brush the dust off the book. The people around me glanced at me because of what had happened a while ago. I chose to ignore their stares and sat down in the chair, facing the wall next to the table. The moment I set the book down on the table, I felt an unexpected surge of interest well up inside of me. I opened the book and noticed that all of the pages were brown. This book seemed to have been written centuries ago. I gulped when I saw what was written on the first page of the book. I shivered when I read it in a low voice. "The Myth of Alpha's Rejection.”

Chapter 18: Facing Reality Faith’s P.O.V The next morning, I had expected to wake up to a sour mood and odd circumstances. I had even expected to find myself in front of my aunt, with her disapproving glances once she found out that I had been hanging out with a boy I hardly even knew. However…what I hadn't expected to wake up to was at Debby’s house, on her bed and looking like a mess fresh out of hell and with Debby staring down at me, looking like she was ready to kill someone.

so here we saw a change. They talked... they hide their feelings... but there is some progress.. isn't it? Share your thoughts, and do add my new book SAMSON- MAFIA AND HIS THERAPIST... 17 chapter are free.. to read... I promise you will see the pain in their love story too... he is insomniac and she came as his therapist...

Reality punches me hard and I grasp the gravity of the situation. I’m bleeding. I. Am. Bleeding. * * * * * A/N: I was wondering if you would love to have a Face-book private readers group. We get to talk about characters from my stories, rant, vent, as well as share pictures of who you assume the cast to be.

She countered hitting a sensitive spot. I narrowed my eyes and her expression softened. “I only say the truth, do what you can with it.” She turned on her heel then walked away. I lowered my gaze to the book in my hands. My pulse thudded against the leather cover. It's time to face the truth. I swallowed, lifted the book, and whispered, “Show me the people in the water.” The pages trembled, fluttering as if caught in a breeze only the book could feel. Then it stilled. A single sentence bled across the page in dark red ink:

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.

What the hell is happening here? “What the fuck?” I say. Is this some kind of prank that Victor’s decided to pull? He should know that we are not in high school anymore, and this kind of behaviour is nothing but stupid. I don’t understand what this means, but I know it’s nothing good. I don’t know what to do. Should I touch the book? Should I even go near it? What if something bad happens to me if I do touch the book? The book finally stops moving, and it stays on one page. There’s an image in the book. I look hard at what’s being portrayed, and it’s the image of a beast with large horns.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon