Face Of Book Romane & Geschichten

Damn them. Clearing my mind, I look at Emma and wait for some kind of response, a real response to my presence. Emma reads for a few more seconds, her face stoic, then she puts her bookmark in between the pages and closes the book with care. She gives the cover a small, secretive smile, making me wonder what she had just read. Then, finally, she raises her head to look at me... and surprise makes its way onto her face. What's with that kind of reaction? I'm clean and showered and definitely don't stink. I'm not ugly, at least I don't think, so what's the deal? "What?" I ask, frowning. I want to know why my face caused such surprise.

Growling I sit up then hold the book "What's your problem, I know you're not fake so why are you hiding " " am not" The moment the book spoke I quickly let it go but it didn't fall off my hand, it remained in the air. " you..... just.... speak" stammer I crawl backward on the bed "How is a book speaking" " what do you expect lady, you have been making so much noise am forced to wake up "Two eyes open, a mouth shape forms then a nose, the book blinks then exhales loudly " It feels great to be awake again, I thought they are no more innocent women for me to eat "

Nothing was happening, but I could tell I was having a strong conversation with the book. “So, where do I start from?” I said to myself. The book started to flip itself and it stopped at a certain page. I snorted. This was interesting. Now I can talk to books. Great. I glanced at the open page, and my eyes widened. The first thing I saw was the picture of women, white-haired women. A string of headaches pinched my head. Then I remembered the ladies I saw on the day of the moon festival. The women who looked like they were in pain, trying to reach for my hand…they were the exact women in the book.

Names. That’s all that there was in the thick black book. Just names, written down with red ink, none of which were familiar to me. I randomly scrolled through the pages, and then something fell out. To my surprise, it was a… picture. I placed the book down to pick up the picture. I let out a gasp of surprise. The picture was old—very old and washed out. I could only make out a woman’s form; the other figures had faded to white. But the woman’s face had been scratched out. A voice from behind me cut through the silence. “I told you that the next time I see you here, I’d—”

CHAPTER X3 By the time they left the bookstore some forty-five minutes later, both their arms were loaded, Reid carrying in both arms, two bags of novels and right at the top, the book with the face that looked like hers, Raees, being the princess with a coffee cup because she’d “conveniently forgotten” to throw it out. The late afternoon sun was sinking lower, painting the city in warm tones of color, the sun casting that beautiful yellow glow over the rooftops.

"I'm not interested in linking with anyone." Celeste's smile returned, but it was tinged with a hint of malice. "Just think about it, Ava. I'm here to help. Nothing else." As I glanced at the book, I saw that the cover was old and worn, with strange symbols etched into the leather. But it was the image on the front that caught my attention. Two women, dressed in strange, flowing clothing, gazed back at me. Their faces were identical, with high cheekbones and piercing green eyes. They wore intricately designed headdresses, with gemstones that seemed to shimmer in the dim light.

It was as if the book had formed a face that had no eyes or mouth but dents of them in a sculpture-like figure that indicated they were there. The face smiled at me and the book closed itself. The face popped on the cover of the book and looked at me. The book then floated in the air and eyed from head to toe with a stinky look. "'Who dares open the Gem of Alizon?!"' The words were loud and echoic, pretty dramatic. But I wasn't impressed. "Elliot Vile, the devil of the twentieth century," I answered, getting an immediate reply. "'What does the Devil seek in his Gem?"'

But a figure appeared in the corner of my eye. In front of me was the stern and rough Dom, harvesting rice by hand. Our eyes met and I immediately looked away. My heart hammered again. I put the book up, covering my face so that I won't look at him anymore. But as I keep on reading, my focus kept deteriorating due to the fact that Dom is right there, in the fields in front of me. I tried to take a peek and I caught him looking at me again. What the...? I shoved the book in front of my face again, but I realized that the book was turned upside down!

carved into it. On my first day in prison, the other inmates heard that "I" had killed a child in a hit-and-run and fled the scene. So, they pinned me to the ground and branded that mark of shame onto my face. From that day on, beatings became part of my daily life. Riley froze for a moment. A trace of guilt flashed in her eyes before it disappeared. Just then, Leo Ferdinand leaned out from the passenger seat. His face had been altered, and he no longer looked quite like he used to. Then again, with Riley being one of the most renowned plastic surgeons in the country, changing someone's face was effortless for her.

I saw the scars surrounding my boutique with 'the scar face' sitting on my counter chair. I looked at them in utter shock. They have actually crossed every limit here. How did they even get in when I clearly remember I locked the door...maybe they broke the lock. My eyes went on the scar face and he was holding one of my books. "A silent storm is stronger than a loud one.......huh?" He asked and looked towards me while tilting his head to the left. "You're a writerrr." He said and I just kept standing there looking at them in shock.