First Lines Of Famous Novels の小説・ストーリー

I scanned my surrounding with my mouth wide open in excitement. As I stopped in front of one of the many shelves, I pulled out a green worn out a floral patterned novel from the section labeled old-time romance. My eyes enlarged when I noticed that the book was one of the first edition of Daphne du Maurier’s ‘Rebecca’. The book was in a good condition despite the outside appearance only hinting its growing age, I opened the mint-colored hardcover to reveal the first page of the book. ‘Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again....’

And Nina didn't know why her chest was throbbing so violently, she also lost her attention to what she was reading and remembered her last conversation with Argus. But she also immediately erased the suspicion that started building her system and she would still trust Argus no matter what. Soleil's eyes dropped to the book on her lap, and her eyebrows met. "The Moon Goddess and the wolf." Soleil reads the title of the book she is reading. "I didn't know you were fond of that kind of genre, miss Nina." "And guess what, Soleil. The name of the characters here is also familiar. Did you know that the name of the guy here is Hawthorne?"

The wind from the outside escaping through the opened windows, partnered with his silky dark hair and dance beautifully as if playing along the musics that never existed. This novel-like and movie-like effects, it screams a halo that my nerves could never handle. "Damn, my so-called luck." I murmured looking back at those blood-like eyes that feels like it would swallow me whole. But in a moment, my eyes secretly moved down to his name tag and almost screamed in annoyance because of my damn luck. The first male lead of the original novel. Hah~this is Calix Miguel Charlemagne. My gorgeous walking death flag.

“Apparently.” Seraphina smiled. “That’s why I always found you familiar.” The Book’s Warning The black book suddenly closed. Then it opened again. This time, the pages were turning rapidly. Page 1. Page 2. Page 3. Thousands of pages. Millions. Then the book stopped. A single sentence appeared. “THE FIRST DAUGHTER HAS AWAKENED.” Another line appeared. “THE FIRST MOTHER HAS REMEMBERED.” Then: “THE FIRST FATHER IS RETURNING.”

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3 hours late I stretch my arms over my head and groan. I started with English. I didn't realize how behind I am with my reading. I almost panicked when I saw this year's novel. It's 1984 by George Orwell, who thought this would be a good idea. On a normal day I would have enjoyed it but right now I'm on a deadline to complete three assignments based on the book.

And why did I feel like she was reaching out to me from beyond the grave? Damn it, Chiara! You're thinking about this too much. I opened the book to the first page, my eyes landing on the familiar opening line. "There was no possibility of taking a walk that day." I smiled despite myself, feeling in the familiar words of the book. I've read these words a hundred times, but each time, they felt new. They were the beginning of a story that had carried me through the darkest moments of my life. These words, were home. With a smile, I turned the page.

The first novel I read was by Louisa May Alcott; Little Woman, and then moved on to other feminist novels such as Handmaid's Tale and Pride and Prejudice—the book I'm holding right now. Well, I shouldn't be going around the library looking for a novel I like because what I'm supposed to be doing is taking care of a crazy bastard named Rhysand del Millero, who's on the phone. But I don't want to do that. I'd rather buy time with the books in front of me until the helicopter he's waiting for comes over to the bullshit he started. Damn, I hate this situation. I hate being stuck with a domineering, powerful man who loves to be heard more than to hear, and hates that I can't do anything.

I sat with my legs folded against the other. I opened page one then page two then page three but I couldn't remember any line from the last page, I couldn't even remember the name of the novel all I saw at every line was; ‘This deal needs a stable image, and a woman beside me gives them that. I’ve already introduced her to everyone that matters’ “Ahh,” I screamed, closed the book, and threw it onto the table.

Edited by William Gifford. Published by T. Egerton. Still, in doubt, I flip over to the next page. Chapter one. 'It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife'. I can't see past those words as tears cloud my vision and impale my sight. There are more by my blurry vision stops me from seeing them. This is my favorite book. My very favorite. I can't believe I'm touching it right now.

The First Alpha, unbound at last. A ripple of pure fear moved through the royal army. Drake lifted his massive head and released a howl that shook the mountain itself. The siege had begun.