Face Of Book Novels & Stories

I said. "You have the pleased face," she said. "Number four in my catalogue." "You catalogued seven faces," I said. "You told me that in Edinburgh." "I've added two since Edinburgh," she said. "You have nine now." I looked at her. "What are the new two," I said. "The Edinburgh bookshop face," she said. "When you found the aerospace book. And the Sunday lunch face." "I don't have a Sunday lunch face," I said. "You absolutely do," she said. "It's the one where you're looking at the table and you think nobody can see you doing it."

She picked a few out and moved to another section. She began to search through sections, checking the books, when her eyes caught a book in the corner of the shelf. The title of the book caught her attention as she pulled it out. Selene covered her mouth with her hand when she saw the cover of the book. Her eyes are wide with shock. It was a picture of a handsome young man, his chest bare, and a lady standing by his back. Her lips were kissing his nape. “Desires and Pleasure"; she read the title aloud and took the book.

She countered hitting a sensitive spot. I narrowed my eyes and her expression softened. “I only say the truth, do what you can with it.” She turned on her heel then walked away. I lowered my gaze to the book in my hands. My pulse thudded against the leather cover. It's time to face the truth. I swallowed, lifted the book, and whispered, “Show me the people in the water.” The pages trembled, fluttering as if caught in a breeze only the book could feel. Then it stilled. A single sentence bled across the page in dark red ink:

"Oh… okay," Kai put the book away and focused on Liana who had begun her work. Liana, on the other hand, hid her face behind her opened folder. The intense gaze of Kai made her uneasy. "Have you eaten?" Kai suddenly asked. Liana nodded. "Yes…" "I haven't. Like what you said, it's not office hours until 7:30. You've got 30 minutes to go with me," Liana eyed Kai, jaw slightly dropped. The latter stood up and halted in front of her.

That's it books! "Oh yes. If we see metaphorically, the face is the book of ourselves. It contains all our emotions ourselves. Just like books contains the most powerful, and magical words in them. And that line- what is the secret of your age, means- according to me, that we can read the oldest of books anytime, coz they were keep publishing again. They never became old. Coz, they contain knowledge, that is their secret. And 'why you hide, so many emotions in every stage, must be the feelings, the passion of each word, each story, each line. And the emotions of the author. Who had written that book specifically? " I blurted out. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't even know when I was speaking ra

After setting the now visible book back on the desk, which thankfully didn’t make it disappear once more, I smack at the hands fawning over me to get the two overprotective men off of me. “My nose is healed.” I grumble. “Now get off of me.” I run my fingers over my face, letting out a gasp when my hand comes back covered in blood. “Does it look that bad?” I ask, turning towards Kenji who I know won’t lie to me. “It definitely doesn’t look pretty.” He tells me, touching my face softly to reassure himself that I am okay. “What happened?” He asks, dropping his hand from my face. “It was like the book weighed a ton.” I turn to the book, my face scrunched up in displeasure. “When I gave the book

What other response could she give to a face like that? “Here’s the world book! Let me know if you need anything else!” A thick book appeared in front of them. The cream hardcover shone like the surface of a pearl. The letters and edges appeared as though they were lined with gold foil. It was the most exquisite book she had ever laid eyes on, much less touch. What story could it possibly contain? 'My True Soulmate.’

A charmer with a spine of steel. Why do all the good ones end up dead or betrayed? I turned the page, and there he was, his sketch. He had this strong face, sharp nose, eyes like he could see straight through bullshit. Something about him felt… familiar. Oddly familiar. I leaned in just a little, curious, The door flung open. “Jesus!” I flinched so hard the book nearly flew out of my lap. “Relax,” Christian’s familiar voice filled the space. “Didn’t mean to give you a heart attack.”

I had the urge to touch it, so I reached forward for it. "I wouldn't touch that if I were you," I jerked at the gruff voice and turned around. It was an old woman with grey asymmetric Bob hair and beautiful brown skin. She held a walking stick with a snake's head and red eyes. She wasn't green, blue, or decapitated like the others, she looked like a real woman. "That book might be titled 'NAMES', but it is not a good book. Those five letters stand for something, terrible things. Open that book and you won't love what you will see,"

The Reader stumbled backward. Their faceless hood twisted violently, body bending in impossible angles. “You’re not supposed to hesitate!” they gasped. Liora clutched the book to her chest. “Then maybe this isn’t the final chapter.” “You can’t stop what’s been written,” the Reader hissed. “You can’t outrun the ending!” The floor cracked beneath them, Not ground, But text, Pages of her life peeling apart like skin, And rising from between them, Was a figure made entirely of titles. No face, No features.