Novel & Cerita First Page In A Book

Nothing could go wrong in reading a book, right? Her resolution didn't last for long because the contents of the first page made her close the book in shock and a blush painted her cheeks. She didn't expect to be greeted with such unrestrained way of describing the events. It was a rare sight to see Bellona being flustered as she was always so poised. All these was new to her. She took deep breaths and composed herself and opened the book, this time she tried to read each page, careful not to miss even the slightest detail. Because according to Jane, the book was important to her and it'd help her succeed.

Ewe gross what was he doing. Still trying not to panic and calm my mind. There wasn’t anything I could do chained down. He shifted his body to position himself between my legs. I could sense him hovering over me. His hands moved up the body, he followed the curves of my body up towards my breast. He grabbed them, kneading them roughly. He started twisted them in the most painful way. He bent down and put my nipple in his mouth. He toyed with it using his tongue to flick it. I almost moaned against my will stupid body for responding to his touch. He chuckled at my response he decided that pain looked better on me, he bit my nipple. I arched my back in pain, trying to throw him off me but coul

I pick it up, unraveling it slowly while my curiosity reaches its peak. The book is old, made of animal skin and pinned together with wood that oddly remains in perfect condition. It's a thick, sizeable book, bigger than the red one from Artemis's room, and it just... calls to me. It's as if there's an alarm blaring in my head, screaming at me that this is it, this is what I need, and nothing else matters. I open it, filled with intense curiosity, and get to the very first page. I've gotten used to watching the strange words morph into something I can read easily, all while glowing with an ominous light.

The book is totally shit! But..but..Damn!!! Where are the first 30 pages? Someone should have torn those pages. But who? And why? If it's is a human then where is he? By chance is he watching our every movement? But..but.. from where? I gulped down nervously. I don't want to believe this book. Without my knowledge, the book slipped out of my hand and I looked down at the book like I'm facing the real ghost and the sentence read, "...eyes, pale skin human."

Pushing the other books aside, Kiara opened up the book. On the very first page was an oath, and the rest of the pages were blank. She turned the book upside down and flipped through it again, and still the only thing in the entire book was the pledge at the very first page. She picked up one of the other books she tossed aside, she flipped through them and they all had words written on every single page. Biting a side of her bottom lip, she decided to read what she saw.

Even if the best case scenario was I remain the same, at least I might be able to center myself long enough to not have my magic explode out of me like some kind of cannon. I set the book down on the coffee table before taking my seat on the floor in front of it. The first few pages are introductions to the author and whatever other nonsense I immediately bypass. I don't need to read through twenty pages of some author—whose more than likely dead by now—droning on about the importance of magic balance and blah blah. Flipping to somewhere in the middle,I immediately saw a diagram of a pentagram. "Ohhh…" I mumble to myself and trace my finger over it.

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.

Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting. Trisha walked slowly to where it was and pulled it out of the other nine books crammed into the same row with it. She repeated the same process she had with the other books she'd picked—dusted it's shabby cover to see it's name. Unfortunately and very shockingly, too, there was none inscribed on it. That was odd. She flipped the book to the other end but nothing. It was empty of inscriptions, just like the front was. Slowly, she opened the book to first page.

at that point since she left when Karen, the chief servant, called for her. It is truly mysterious, but I am unable to keep my lips raised. Emma is a trustworthy young maid, but I can sense something is up. I shake my head. The book opens itself just as I'm ready to do so. Pages circle endlessly, but the brown papers with the cursive writing remain visible until they come to an abrupt stop in the middle. I take a closer look at what the book page shows, I can't help but furrow my brows. "The life that perishes shall be made alive again,

But the second I did, it breathed. The book didn’t open. It unfolded. The cover split open in silence, pages spilling like silk, the air humming as the magic within adjusted to me. Not the other way around. I froze. There was no resistance. No permission asked. Just acceptance. Like the book had been waiting. The ink inside shifted before my eyes, words scrawling themselves across the first page in ink that shimmered between black and violet: To the One Who Was Hidden. To the One the Stars Remember.