Novel & Cerita Face Of Book

I said. I saw a book with an ancient cover. There is a specific thickness, a color that is foreign to me. And some of them are already foggy, and some are not. My eyes are drawn to the book with the words' Real power'. I took the book and put it on the table. When I opened the first page of the book, there was a painting of a handsome man. The man had a thin beard with a sharp facial jaw. His eyes were piercing but seemed to hold sadness. Even the pose of the man in the painting is quite stiff.

Our only reliable source of answers. The book had revealed something extraordinary the last time we read it. A human had entered King Roosevelt's palace, carrying the face of his late queen. The thought alone was shocking. I didn't understand what it meant, but Micha and I needed to know more. As soon as we entered my room, the book opened itself. Its pages shimmered faintly, golden letters glowing in the dim light. "Welcome back, dearest readers," it began, "I'm sure you're eager to continue. Someone entered the palace bearing the face of the queen? How? You shall discover the truth, not today… but soon. Now, let us continue."

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.

“You ok?” “Yeah. I just wanted to get a present for Russell.” “Giant cookie? Great gift idea. Nothing says ‘Proud of you’ like a cookie bigger than your head.” “Yeah. Well, I better go. We’re planning the event for my book launch.” “Last in the series, right? We finally find out what happened to Emily’s mother?” “Maybe. Felicity’s Books is doing preorders by the way. All signed.” “Already placed my order.”

I facepalmed as I stood up, wanting to return the book. Something slipped off the book, as I furrowed my brows. I bent to pick it, as my eyes met with the words at the back. 'MY ONE AND ONLY'. Putting up the courage in me, I turned the picture to face me as the only person that I thought of came to face me.

I think he is like the other dog in the neighborhood. I sat opposite to him, so now we’re face to face, but I can’t obviously see his face because he is reading and he is holding his book on his face. The book is ruining the view! Just kidding, I love books. That’s why I’m here. And I like books more than him.

She pouted her lips "I'm just trying to decipher the mysterious expressions on your face, Alexa. Are you certain you're telling the truth or trying to evade something?," "Well, Mr sexy Detective, I guess you'll have to figure it out," She chuckled. About to speak, Alexa noticed a familiar book on his bed. Amidst the romantic and beautiful scene of flowers and candle lights the book stood out from the scene. Slowly, she moved toward the bed where rests a beautiful magical book. Its intricate cover shimmers like moonlit waters, adorned with gold leaf patterns that dance with enchanting grace.

I let myself into the room and went straight to the drawers where I saw the book the last time I was there. Luckily, it was still there. I raised it up to the light and looked at the cover. I didn’t have enough time to look through it to find what I was searching for, but from the cover, which was a picture of what seemed to be someone between two worlds with a woman with hair as white as the moon itself opening her hands and facing it towards the person, a part of me just knew that it was what I was looking for.

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.

Don't they dare tell me that they did some unimaginable things to my body. “You didn't do anything to me right?” Just as always, no response or even a simple expression to give me. Lucah had his usual poker face. You could almost tell that this guy's like a robot programmed to have no expressions at all. So, I just turned to face the guy who had his face in front of a book.