Face The Book Novels & Stories

"Go ahead. Enter. But know this: once you step through, there is no turning back." I hesitated for a moment, my instincts screaming at me to be cautious. But I couldn’t stop now. The book is within my reach. I had come too far to back down. Also, It was time to face something stronger. It had been a while since I enjoyed some strong fights. I pushed open the door and stepped into the unknown. "l have to go home before the evening. Anything can wait except my Luna!"

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.

With a gentle hug, I put the book down and immediately left for work. At 5:30 I was behind the shop waiting for my employers. I began to think about what happened last night. I was contemplating how a small book could increase in size by itself. The book could talk and give instructions for humans to follow. What amazed me more was the fact that fire of blood could rest in a bowl and the book didn’t burn but when I put my hand I was burning that I could even felt the fire even in my intestines.

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,"

He nodded and lowered his voice: "Girl, can you stand up straight?" "Huh?" Her whole body stiffened, in disbelief, reaching up to rub her face, thinking: Am I not as beautiful as Rosa Roja? Why is his reaction so different from other men's? Come to think of it, maybe it's because people who read books like to act nice. "I..." She kept trying, persistently calling again. "Okay, don't call again!" That person immediately put out his hand to stop her. "My name is Libro."

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.

She approached it cautiously, her heart pounding with anticipation. "This book... it feels important," she said, reaching out to touch it. The moment her fingers made contact with the cover, the symbols flared to life, casting a brilliant light throughout the room. Kai, Allan, Lila, and Seraphina gathered around Alex as she carefully opened the book. The pages were filled with intricate drawings and cryptic text, written in a language none of them recognized. As they studied the book, a sense of urgency washed over them, as if the knowledge contained within was both powerful and dangerous.

God knows how long I can keep myself standing here. “It’s just a book, a small, insignificant book.” She states as more and more thoughts of confusion start making their way into my head. What book is she talking about? I train my facial expressions to not give anything but my fear and anxiety away. “It’s called The Ledger, Meera.” My heart shudders at that word. If she knows about its existence. If she knows that the Florence family had something like this— Oh bloody hell. “Wh-what’s that?” I ask, keeping my expressions as confused and annoyed and hurt as possible. Acting like the nimble, humiliated girl that she wants me to be.

“You are holding the book upside down.” Embarrassed, Lisa’s face turned red. She wanted to run far away from him. Luckily she wrapped her face with the scarf so he didn’t see her blushing. Otherwise, she might have felt more uncomfortable. She straightened the book and acted as though she was reading it attentively. Carl Black withdrew his eyes and took another book out of his bag. Meanwhile, he heard a male voice from the top of his head “Mr. Black… what a surprise? You… came to the capital city.”

Books are meant to be read, not sit in a shiny glass case for the rest of its life. I still lay there staring blankly at nothing while tracing the beautiful design of the book with my finger, as it lays closely to my face. There is no rhyme or reason to this situation, little did I know the night I was almost raped, I would meet an even bigger obstacle than that.