Novel & Cerita Face Of Book

21: Piecing All Together (1.1) AT THAT SAME MOMENT, Lei was chilling on a monoblock chair with a book in his left hand. On the book's front cover, says "Life is meaningless" with a majestic bold and italic golden font. Despite the fact that there's dust and cobwebs hovered all around him, he was able to maintain an elegant and graceful demeanor. On his face, was a slight, relaxing smile.

That awkward chill ran across my spine once more and I knew it was time to leave this room, I didn’t like the way I felt by just breathing in here. I whipped around and I was staring face to face with the mannequin on the desk. But this time it was on its feet, the frown was gone and replaced with a smile, its head was cocked to the side and its eyes pulsed with something that felt so real. My heart snapped in half and I left the book. I began to walk backward, never once taking my eyes off it.

It showed the Key- Slapping Slizzard, same as before, dashing through the library, stealing a book, taking it out onto the front step of the library and burning it. Em face was white. "This is not good. Why would a person who was looking okay and mentally stable would do such a foolish act. This can't be true. I still don't believe this. A person stole a book and decided not to use it for anything than to burn it. How is that even possible. After all the stress and the risk, burning the book should not be the end point." Em said with a disturbed look. Em face was white. "This is not good."

(Continuing at the Valois river estate, with Day 30 closing in.) The bookshelf moved. Not the polite kind of movement, either. Not the gentle shiver of an old house settling. This was a slow scrape, deliberate, like someone was pushing a secret open from the other side. I stood there with a bowl of fruit in my hands, because apparently that was my chosen weapon today. The gap widened. A thin slice of darkness appeared. Cold air breathed out. Then a face slid into view.

The lantern at the end of the hall blazed with warm golden light. For the first time... the shadow hiding the Last Editor's face disappeared. Adrian looked into his eyes... and froze. The face staring back at him was strangely familiar. Not his own. Not the First Author's. But someone whose portrait had appeared for only a heartbeat... inside the Black Book itself. The Last Editor whispered one final sentence. "So..." "You finally remember me." The White Book suddenly opened on its own. Across every page... only one name appeared. ELIAS.

He was eagerly looking towards her, urging with his eyes that she get up and follow the group back into the library. Katalea stood, it was time to see what all the fuss was about. They stood in a circle around Luca, who donned medical gloves that stopped at the elbow. He reached into the glass case that housed the book and before he could attempt to open the book, the front page fell open, revealing an ornate depiction of an old robbed man with a staff. He had a long gray beard, braided down his chest, and weather-beaten skin hidden mostly beneath his tattered and layered robe. His blue eyes leapt off the page imploring the reader to inquire further. Or perhaps run away. Katalea wasn’t

That was exactly why she had stubbornly believed my injuries were nothing more than surface wounds. In her mind, it had only been a small lesson. How could something like that possibly lead to someone laying such a heavy hand on me? The officer’s face darkened. Without hesitation, he ordered his team to bring in the person Mom had named. The man’s name was Lenny Hill, a well-known street thug in the area. When they dragged him in, he didn’t look nervous at all. If anything, he seemed oddly composed, as if none of this concerned him.

When she turned to face us, the breath left my lungs in a sharp, painful gasp. She didn't have a face. Where her features should have been, there was only a smooth, blank sheet of white parchment, save for two dark, horizontal slits where the eyes should be. Behind those slits, I could see the frantic, microscopic movement of thousands of tiny, metal type-set characters, constantly shifting and re-aligning to spell out the words she was about to speak. "The Default is a typo," the Faceless Author said, her parchment skin tightening as the metal letters behind her eyes spelled out her disapproval. "And a typo is simply an asset that hasn't been properly audited."

My face went all red as I realized what happened and then quickly helped pick up the books from the floor and give them back to him. But when I lifted my face to look at the guy, I was almost mesmerized by his princely face. It was slow motion when I gazed at his eyes—as if time itself gave me plenty of chance to get more mesmerized by the gorgeous man who was frowning in front of me.

She was obviously having fun and was facing away from me. I decided to go and meet the girl and talk to her. Without hesitation, I headed to where she was lying and as I approached her, the title of the book she was reading caught my eye. The title of the book was 'How To Make Demons Your Best Friend.' I stopped in my track and gazed at the title of the book for a couple of seconds before I continued walking toward her. As I got to where she lay, I stood a few inches from her head and stared at her. Suddenly, she flinched as she noticed my presence. She closed the book and sat up. Then, she raised her head to look at me and we made eye contact.