Face On A Book Novels & Stories

And when he gets frustrated, he would run his hand through his hair, giving him that sexy look that would make any woman drool. "Is it me you are reading, or the book in your hand?" He glanced up at me. My eyes widened as I picked up the book lying on my lap and put it to my face. "Of course, it's the book I'm reading." I chuckled nervously. "Is that why the book is upside down?" Taking a proper look at the book in front of me, I noticed I was indeed holding it upside down. "I enjoy it more when it's upside down." I lied.

The shadows grew darker and the light got dimmer, just enough left so I could read off of the book. I turn the pages and my eyes caught a figure of a woman that looked like me, with exact features and everything. It seemed like someone drew the portrait and stick it in the book similar to a bookmark. I was baffled and I started to read what was written on the pages that were marked with my picture.

I returned a favoring smile to her by doing it genuinely before I took the book on her soft palm, an almost thick book with a blue cover. The book is heavy. On the front cover, there is a closed eye with long black thick lashes in a form of feathers placed inside a pentagon. Outside the badge has a wonderful abstract ocean and sunrise. Below it, golden embossed letters are shining to make its cover spectacular: BOOK OF A ZONER "Begin reading from page two to page five," Psyche said to me, stopping me in amazement. So I did what she wanted me to do. I flipped the pages until I reached the second page of the book. I started reading what's on it.

“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.”

They were all adjusted alphabetically. He then randomly picked a book. ‘If I had your Face – By Frances Cha’ He read the title. He opened the book. On the first page, there was her name and a date written. The date when she either got the book or started reading it. He flipped through the pages. She had underlined some context. Marked notes somewhere. Scribbled replies to some lines. He laughed to himself. There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.”

While I wasn’t against playing with her while she slept, I needed to know it was something she wanted. See? People can change. For the most part, anyway. I inched towards her bed. “You didn’t seem to mind.” A pale blush stained her cheeks, visible in the golden light her bedside lamp emitted. She closed the book in her lap, which I now noticed, and set it on the table. “What are you reading?” I eyed the book and its interesting cover. There was a couple on the front, locked in an embrace that seemed a bit over dramatic. The man had Fabio hair that was blown back by an invisible breeze. He looked down at the woman like she were the sun that crossed the horizon, painting his world with color.

She was about to run out of breath as she looked at his suddenly approaching handsome face. She took a step back, with the glass window behind her, there was nowhere to retreat. "These books aren't mine!" She defended. "And whose are they?" "I don't know..." Jeff opened one of the books, only to see men and women naked and folded over each other. Every part of their bodies could be seen. Especially the man's penis, the picture was very harsh. "Don't you like that too?" "Yes, I just like it. What's wrong?" Kourtney decided to answer honestly.

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 took a couple deep breaths before turning to the shelves. I didn’t know what I was looking for so I just pulled out the first book that caught my eye. I pulled out another and suddenly there was a face in front of me, making me yell and take a step back. It soon morphed into Damon’s laughing face “You’re so damn easy to scare” he said, holding the shelf to keep himself from going into a laughing fit.

Left me astounded and blank. Why? Why are the names and faces similar? Who are these two people with the same name as Daniel and me? Who!? As if to my my question, a gust of wind flew from some direction as I heard the sound of pages turning. As I looked away from the portrait, my eyes landed on the desk placed in the middle of two shelves. But, what actually caught my eye wasn't the desk. It was the two books placed on the desk. One which was open, the one whose pages were fluttering. And second which was closed.