Face Of Book Novels & Stories

the slight uplift of people caught unguarded from a distance. We were outside the bookstore. His face turned toward mine. My face turned toward his, head back slightly, mouth open in the laugh. The real one. The kind that reached my eyes. I looked at the photograph for a long time. Not at myself. At him. Harry's face in the photograph was not the face he wore in public. Not the dinner table face or the warehouse face or the careful uncle-distance face. The face of a man watching a woman laugh and finding that the watching of it is the best thing that has happened to him in longer than he can specifically recall.

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'd like to hear your feedback on the black cover book next to you." Suddenly Emily turned to the side. Take the book that Rey said on the bottom shelf. "This one?" he asked lifting the book up. Rey just nodded. Let Emily explore the book from start to finish. Seeing the annoyance on Emily's face made Rey couldn't help but smile. "Why are you still keeping this?" Emily asked, struggling to contain her irritation. How come? Rey said she would forget about Alessia but, that guy still keep a picture book which contains a picture of Alessia's face which fulfills

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.

It was the kind of small calculation a man made when he had been working out for three days how to walk into a room with a thing in his hand that would change the shape of the woman in the room. He had been working on it. I let myself notice that he had been working on it. I opened the book. The first page was a daguerreotype. A woman. Standing in front of a tall window. Hands folded at her waist. The kind of dress that had not been made in this part of the continent for sixty years. Her hair was pulled severely back from her temples. She was not smiling. She had my face.