Face It Book Novels & Stories

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.

It’s all I get. “You’ve got something under your eye,” I say before I can stop myself. Idiot. His smile fades fast. “Worth it,” he says coldly. “Seeing your face when that book hit the tracks. Seeing you scared when I had you down.” My jaw tightens. I almost fire back. Almost tell him I already replaced the book. Almost tell him he didn’t break me. I stop myself just in time. You’re not here to fight. I breathe in slowly and force my lips into a smile.

" Amid the chaos, Don was thrown out of the company in a disgraceful state. Camden and Nevaeh attempted to meet with me several times after that, but they were never able to see me. Even so, I knew they wouldn't give up so easily. As expected, one evening while returning from a contract negotiation, a large truck suddenly swerved toward me. Unable to dodge in time, I blacked out. The last thing I saw before losing consciousness was Camden's cold, venomous glare. … When I regained consciousness, I found myself bound in an abandoned warehouse. Nevaeh no longer looked like the pampered rich girl she once pretended to be. Her makeup was smeared and hastily applied, and she was wearing cheap clot

“Dear Felicity, The road ahead is not an easy one. Things will constantly change. And some, are not what they seem. With lots of love, Mommy.” All this time she had had the book but she had never noticed the handwritten message on the first page. Her day might not have started well, but now, she felt like she could handle anything. A genuine smile spread on her face. Felicity sat back comfortably and began reading the contents of the book. This was much better than starting a conversation with someone she felt she did not know anymore.

Charlotte insisted on doing it herself. “I thought you might like this one,” she said as she handed me the book. “It’s about a man who loses everything. Then…he tries to get it back together little by little.” I glanced at the cover. The title was dramatic. So I said, flatly, “Sounds dramatic.” She let out a short laugh. I never heard someone laugheed like this before. She looked so innocent and pure. Well, she was a budding she-wolf and perhaps still figuring out how the world works.

Charlene raised her voice—not angry, but firm. "I hear you all. And I feel the same way. Look to your left and right. Everyone willing to go on this journey is already here. I spent countless hours sending messages. Many refused to listen." Someone shouted, "How do we know you’re telling the truth?" "I will show you. Close your eyes." She blinked, and a radiant light burst from her chest, washing over them. They saw everything—every message she had sent, every conversation, every rejection. Her heartache echoed through them.

And she knew she’d have to clamp down on the crippling fear somehow to explore her feelings. Resolved, she pulled out her phone, navigated to the Book Keepers website, clicked the “Contact Us” button and created a message. Then she held her breath, hit “send” before she could chicken out, and headed to the shower. *** The topic of Faith’s internal debate had changed into sweats and his favorite t-shirt and cracked open a beer. Rick was midway through the third page of a project he was working on when he heard the chime that meant a new email coming through the store website.

When I started college, I wanted a normal college experience, so I refused to use the black card my parents gave me. My roommate, Peggy Slade, was on need-based financial aid. Every day, she did two things. First, she'd sweet-talk her rich, hot online boyfriend and brag about him. Second, she'd make fun of me, the small-town nobody who couldn't even recognize designer brands. All my clothes back home were custom-made, so I honestly didn't know a single logo. I never bothered explaining. Her online romance was more entertaining than reality TV. Then one day, a screenshot of a money transfer popped up on her phone, and I caught a glimpse. 'Wait. She's using my photos for online dating?'

I'm going to keep going! I smiled at myself. I gathered up the books, rose as if nothing had happened, and returned the books to the library. Because of that phone call from mama, I mustered the courage to confront everything again, to meet Prince Augustus, who was pleased and unaffected by what he was doing. ––––––––

he said and slammed the door to my face without looking back. Immediately he went out, I rushed to open the door and the door was hard. The metal was locked, I tried to look at the lens attached to the door, but the door refused to open. Then I had no option but to submit to fate. I lay on the bed, hoping I would sleep off, but unfortunately, my face was wide open. Suddenly, I began to feel strange, the same burning sensation that I always felt. I was careful enough not to bite anything from the room. A drop of water did not pass through my throat while I was with Jack. Even the fruits that he bought, I refused to take them with me, I left them in his car. Definitely, the aphrodisiac must ha