First Sentence Of A Book Novels & Stories

She doesn't want that. He took a deep breath, leaned back, and relaxed. Her nerves were all tense, but the moment she relaxed, it all started. "At the age of five," she began, her voice steady despite the weight of her words. She opened her mouth, only to close it again. She couldn't find the right words, so she started telling them in a straight-forward manner. "My surrogate mother splashed me with boiling water."

I opened my mouth to bombard her with questions when she cut me off. “It’s time alpha dearest. The final day of your ruin, your judgement and the sealing of your fate. Today, a new dawn shall rise and set in. prepare, for the battle has just began” she recited in that eerie voice with a sinister smile on her face whiles her eyes kept flickering between black and red. Before I could scream or ask what she meant, she shifted into the largest falcon I have ever seen and shot straight into the skies. A foreboding sense encased me. I don’t think this is all a coincidence.

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.

He told me. Not the summary version but the actual version — the chapter that had unlocked when he'd written *some things you'd choose regardless because not choosing is its own kind of cost*. The way that had pulled the other chapters into alignment behind it. The introduction that had taken three rewrites and had finally worked on the third when he'd stopped trying to explain what the book was and had just started with the first true sentence he knew. "What was it?" I said. "The first true sentence." He looked at me.

Caelum turned the book to look at its cover and read what was written there. The title made his eyes cringe as he wondered why his mother was on such a book and, more importantly, what she might have done to cause her such punishment. It was the book of great defaulters and lost souls. That was really some title and sure as hell was not giving cool vibes. Caelum opened the first page with a finger between the page where his mother's picture was so he did not miss it. He started reading what started with an explanation of what the book was all about.

I read aloud. Beginning of what? “Stop confusing me. What are you trying to tell me?” I asked exasperatedly. And maybe I was imagining it, but I thought I heard the book scoff. It was acting sentient, like it had a mind of its own. I took a deep breath, before trying again. “Okay, start from telling me where I am.” I demanded calmly. The book jolted, before flipping its pages. After what seemed like a long while, it finally stopped at a page.

I whispered, smiling warmly at him. "You're right," he nodded, lying beside me. "So, where do I start?" he asked, flipping through the pages. "From the beginning, of course," I blurted out, chuckling. He laughed as well, flipping back to the first page. I moved closer to him, laying my head gently on his shoulder as he started reading the book. The book didn't start as Alexander expected. It was too spicy for the first chapter. "What in the name of God is this?" Alexander gasped, his eyes widening at the book.

Without hesitation, I opened the book to the first page. The pafes were filled with elegent handwritings, seemingly written. As I leaf through the pages, o realized that it's not just any ordinary book and it made me wonder because it looked so weird. There was absolutely no picture at the front, neither was there a name that identified the author who wrote the book. Was this the book we were searching for? Why was it in Cassandra's room? Had she been pretending all along that this book was yet to be found? I felt a breeze coming from no where as I looked into the book, till I opened a page and saw a note inside. I took it and opened it. 'If anybody sees this book except the one who is chose

The world went white, but the story did not end. In the center of the void, a single, handwritten sentence appeared in ink that looked like blood and violet light: "CHAPTER ONE: The girl woke up in a world where the stars were made of wood, and the man beside her remembered her name before she did." Beneath the text, the gold coin—now purely, blindingly bronze—began to spin, a compass seeking a north that had not yet been created.

"Then begin." She opened the book. The pages were heavy vellum, script ink written in flowing black. She breathed in and started reading, her voice deepening as she became caught up in the book. It was rich and sensual, of the god's coming, the scent of rain and mature grain that clung around him, the fear of the gentleness of his hands.