Novel & Cerita Face Of Book

Or am I just hallucinating? I heard a loud thud, and I followed my gaze to see what is it. A book was lying on the ground, so I bent down to pick it up. I opened it to see the pages, but instead of words, I saw portraits. There were familiar faces of people sketched here when I realized it was the pack that I had seen earlier. I flip through pages and pages. The author of the book was anonymous. When I flipped to the end of the page I gasped when I saw Ethan and Chanel’s faces and there were words carved on their portraits below.

"Be honest, Softy. Are you masturbating?" I was stunned, and I know my face is very... very, very red right now. "There's no need, sweety. You shouldn't learn what's written in this book..." He lifted the book and placed it against the side of my face. I gulped when his face almost reached mine. "Because I'm here to do that to you." I blinked several times. My hair stood on end as if seeing a ghost. My heart was racing as if I had just finished a race.

I looked around until a shelf caught my attention, on top of the shelf is a sign posted in it that reads 'Bondage and Sadomasochism', I wander through the shelf until a book caught my attention. Dollar Sign by Giza Clay. The title of the book was intriguing, I took the book off the shelf and read the summary of the novel written on the back. After reading the summary, I decided to read the whole book later. I turned the book over the last page where you can see a picture of the author and the author's biography. My brows furrowed when I saw Giza's picture, I couldn't help but ask myself what the fuck happened to his face. He has an angelic face, very beautiful but a scar in an X shaped destr

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 flipped open the lid of the book and didn't know what the fuck. "What's this?" It looked like a photo album filled with girls, young girls. I started to relax a little, thinking that the shit had to do with my cause, which was rescuing young kids from fucked up situations and the twisted adults that were supposed to care for them, and nothing at all to do with my babygirl, until I saw her face looking back at me.

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.

Apparently the best books are always hidden at the bottom. One in particular took my attention. The cover was a soft purple, but that wasn't what made me instantly interested in it. It was the fact that my name was printed on the spine, in italic font. There was no author name, or any illustrations, as I curiously pull the book from its slot. I stare at the book for a few moments, wondering if I should actually open it. There is no way this would be about me. When I turned the first page, I was wrong. Right there, was an intricate drawing of me-just my face. Under the picture, there was a question mark, as if whoever had drawn this, didn't know it was me.

Like a real image was drawn on the page. I looked closely, and a soft gasp left my lips. It was a woman. Me. And in the image, I was wielding a dark sword. Someone was by my side too. Zeke. I frowned, feeling confused. “Are you trying to tell me something?” I asked the book. It gave no reaction. But that was only for a moment before it began flipping its pages again. Okay, this time words were written on the page. “The beginning.” I read aloud.

My heart went into a leap whenever I heard his voice, or whenever a smile broke through the constant cloak of scowl on his face. ‘’You need to grow up,’’ he said, raising the book once more to conceal the most of his face. I watched his eyes move across the page, rapidly and intently. It was as though I was not there. I wondered what it would be like if he would look at me just the way he was looking at that book.

While I wasn’t against playing with her while she slept, I needed to know it was something she wanted. See? People can change. For the most part, anyway. I inched towards her bed. “You didn’t seem to mind.” A pale blush stained her cheeks, visible in the golden light her bedside lamp emitted. She closed the book in her lap, which I now noticed, and set it on the table. “What are you reading?” I eyed the book and its interesting cover. There was a couple on the front, locked in an embrace that seemed a bit over dramatic. The man had Fabio hair that was blown back by an invisible breeze. He looked down at the woman like she were the sun that crossed the horizon, painting his world with color.