Novel & Cerita Face Of Book

I replied, my voice filled with guilt. Alex opened his mouth to say more, but his aunt interrupted. “It’s time you all know the truth” She said as she opened the book, flipping through its fragile, yellowed pages until she landed on an illustration. The image depicted a man so handsome and ethereal he seemed almost unreal. His golden hair glowed like sunlight, his piercing blue eyes radiated power, and his angelic face was adorned with a serene, yet arrogant, expression. Ashley, Alaina, and Mia couldn’t help but gasp in awe.

“Can we go out tomorrow? Lunch? Or maybe dinner for a change?” I tilted my head, considering. “Lunch sounds good.” His face brightened. “See you.” I turned to leave, but his voice stopped me again. “Wait! You didn’t accept my friend requests on Fa.ceb.ook.” Ah. That. “Of course, I didn’t.” I smirked. His brows furrowed. “Why?” I grinned. “You’re still my client, James. Face.book is for friends—not business.” His lips twisted into a pout. “Fine. Bye.”

"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 asked. He glanced at his book and closed it. The front cover was that of a woman and a man facing each other with a sick expression of being in love with each. There were words written on it— the title and the author's name but I couldn't read it. Not because I did not want to, but because I did not know how. The expression on my face became sour. Never fond of love after my rejection. They were only for mates who accepted each other regardless of their status in the pack.

"You seem quite interested in someone's property." The gruff voice shook me to the core as I turned around with a squeal. The book was pressed against my chest as a gesture to show how scared I was. I was expecting some kind of expression that could say "You are a dead meat" but there he was standing with a small smile on his face.

And there wasn't any mark left. "Are you okay?" Wiping a drop of his blood from my lips, I asked. "I am the Alpha and your Alpha. How can I not be okay?". He said and smirked. His handsome face was looking more hot. I got up to turn off the screen but there I saw an art book beside it. I asked him about that book. He said he didn't know about it. I opened that book. Every page was filled with his portrait. Someone gave him the whole art book of his handmade portrait.

Two white wolves face the sunrise. I peel my cheek from the pages of the massive book sprawled across my desk, blinking into the soft glow of the sun pouring through the window. The tan stone walls and crappy wood furniture come into view, replacing another vision of dense forests and moonlit plains. “Shit,” I whisper, running my hand over my face, then through my hair as I blink down at the book. What had I been doing? Oh, right. Studying for an upcoming exam about the Rosetta people.

I said, trying to sound like a casual scholar. Her eyes went wide, not with suspicion, but with delight. A brilliant smile bloomed across her face. “Oh, a fellow romantic! You must be a fan of I Ran Away with an Elf!” She ducked below her stall and emerged with a book, its cover depicting a muscular, pointy-eared man swooping a maiden onto a white steed. She placed it before us with a flourish. Beside me, I saw the corner of Cassius’s mouth twitch as he fought, and failed, to suppress a grin.

He kissed my trembling lashes. "I knew." My face burned. Shame. Exposure. My throat closed. "And you—" He pulled me tighter. Wouldn't let me shrink. "Scared?" His voice was steady. Solid. "Books are paper. People are real." "My life? A piece of paper doesn't get a vote." I looked at him. Words stuck. "You think it's funny? Watching me play along?" "No." He held my face. Made me see him. "My Lisa. That book gave you an ending that should never have existed."

“Have you read yet?” I lay down beside him but stayed on my stomach so I could look at his beautiful face. My imagination must have been playing tricks on me. “Yes,” I admitted after far too long, placing my hands on the edge of the book. “It’s packed with information,” I confessed, feeling my cheeks heat up, “but it’s fascinating and interesting.” His hair was spread out in many shades beneath his head. His sparkling eyes glimmered at me—they were like doors into his soul, into his thoughts. “So it makes sense?”