First Page In A Book Novels & Stories

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

He said before handing it over. The book was only a little larger than my palm, and the pages were so few that I frowned. Can this even be considered a book? Nevertheless, I flipped to the first page, only to see a blank space. But on the second page, I paused. It was a sketch of a black mark, very similar to the one on Lena's shoulder. There were no words written under the mark, so I flipped to the next page quickly. The next thing I saw was the mark staying in, and I furrowed my brows. On the next page, it was the same thing, and on the last page, what I saw was an enormous black wolf, having a hint of brown and white to its fur.

I thought for a moment and eventually flipped the first page of the book open. A diagram showing a Pentagram was inscribed on the first page, and what became rather much creepier was the realization that it was glowing. I flipped to the next page and found words scattered across the book. They didn't make any sense despite being written in English; I couldn't find any meaningful insight from the wording. Almost giving up on the book, my eyes caught a piece of paper on the next page, and I flipped it open to find a sentence written on it. 'Only way to become an adept of the book of shadows is to learn the art of reading backwards.'

Any bit of force will rip a page mercilessly. There's no title. No author name. I find it strange, especially because someone put it on my bed. I'm starting to wonder if perhaps this is something Petra or the other contestants have done. I quickly search the book and find nothing within the pages. Odd. I start to read the first page. It's detailing the history of our world and how packs used to be ranked. I'm just about to flip to the next page when a knock on my door makes my heart jump out of my chest.

The book was still pulsing in her hands and Claude knew that something was definitely up with it. Escaping to the girls’ bathroom, she found a stall and flipped open the book. Although Claude was the one opening the book, it was almost like the book was opening itself as the pages fluttered until a page was left in front of her and Claude gasped at the sight of actual words on the book for the first time. Placing her finger on the page to save it, she flipped through the book again, but the rest of the pages were empty. She opened back to the page that held words written in the most stylish cursive writing she had ever seen.

I scoffed, smiling slowly. Somehow, I felt a bit relieved, at least I didn't have to believe anything. But just before I looked away, my eyes caught something lurking at the end of the shelf. “Chrono..logy,” I read out, grabbing the badly worn out book from the shelf. “The first of men?” I whispered, my eyes fixed on the cover of the book. It was filled with detailed arrangements of events from time immemorial of the ironhowl pack. “Alpha..Zane, the first,” I read out, tracing my finger on his face.

The soft shuffle of pages turning three tables away. The mug is warm in my hands. I open the first book, not for Rose, for me. The print is sharp, the paper slightly rough at the edges. My eyes start tracing lines, words pulling me in, and for a few moments, the noise in my head softens. But I still notice. Always.

I slam my door in response. Once I’m in bed, I finally open the math book. My eyes land again on the first page: Jace Adkins. My finger hovers over the number, but then I slap myself and actually start reading. Turns out, everything’s explained much more clearly in the teacher’s version. Maybe I could get Mason to snag me a copy. I make it through the first 100 pages—enough to grasp the basics of the numbers. Talking about numbers.. The book opens at the first page all by itself. Biting my lip in doubt, I grab my phone and contemplate a lot of things.

She placed the book on her laps, still looking around, wondering if Tarzan was visible at all. "If you sort for me again with those eyes, I will punish you. I'm sparing you because you don't know the rules yet. Now, look into the very first page of the book, slave." As soon as Tarzan had said that, a single candle light came on in the room and she could see what was written in the book. She badly wanted to look around but couldn't. She didn't want to get whipped so early. She opened the book, stared into the first page.

The book is massive, easily over two thousand pages, the weight of it pulling at my arms. Of course it’s this complicated. I bite back my frustration, reminding myself that this might be the only chance I have to get answers. I carry the book to an alcove, the leather seat creaking as I lower myself into it. The book lands on the desk with a soft thud, dust rising around it in a lazy cloud. The first page is brittle, the ink faded, but I manage to make out the opening line as I try carefully not to tear the paper: