I See Me Book Review Novels & Stories

He tilted his head slightly, calm, unreadable, like he was watching me unravel and deciding whether I was worth the effort. “What are you saying, Bookie? Look at my eyes. Do they look anything like what you claim? Maybe it was just a reflection, or a flash of light, or… I don’t know… something in your mind.” “No,” I whispered, barely audible even to myself. “I know what I saw. I… I saw them.”

There was something about it that made me want to record every detail. "What's your book about?" he asked suddenly, without taking his eyes off the screen. I looked down at the book in my hands. "It's about a woman's journey to find herself." He stopped typing and turned his head. "Sounds interesting." I smiled faintly. “Interesting. Not because the story is extraordinary, but because the small details feel close. Everyday things that turn out to have meaning.” He stared at me for a long moment, then nodded slowly. “I see what you mean.”

I quickly glance back down at the page trying to seem uninterested in his god-like physique before his voice rings out. “You know Firefly.” His voice rings out. I keep my head down and try to sound uninterested, “Hmm?” I see him start to walk towards me in my peripherals, “Just so you’re aware. Your book is in fact. Upside down.” he retorts, coming to a stop right next to me. I blink and really look at the page for the first time to see that it was in fact upside down. My face heats up in embarrassment. “Go one keep reading, don’t let me stop you.” he says with a smile. “Maybe that’s one of your many powers. Upside down reading.”

It turned out that the reality I once thought was too difficult to face was not as scary when I actually confronted it. One weekend, Charles asked to meet again. This time, instead of pretending to have missed his message, I agreed to meet him. Some things needed to be said face-to-face. As soon as he saw me, he hurriedly embraced me as he repeatedly apologized. I believed his tears to be sincere at that moment, but so what? I calmly pulled away from his embrace.

I practically spit in his face before walking over to the couch and picking up the book I threw. Then I sit down and ignore him. He leaves the room for a while, so I read and wait to meet Ms. Evangeline the queen of Dominic’s heart. Please leave a comment or review. I believe this chapter is the single best thing I have ever written, because I poured my heart and soul into it and then cried afterwards. Vote for me by leaving gems. Thank you for your time.

I took it and sipped it a little bit. My eyes landed on the book that he's holding. He's reading my book? I turned to him completely shocked for a few seconds and I turned my attention to my coffee again. "You said you love reading right?" He asked. "I'm an editor, how can I not read?" I hissed coldly. "I recommend you to read this book. I bet you will change your mind about your perspective of men." He said as he put my own book in front of me. "I'm not interested." I said.

Not just the people, she wondered how her boss would react. “ Oh! Lest I forget, Mr. Williams asks that you see him in his office.” She informed her, her eyes now on her laptop and she played with the buttons on it.

It feels like refreshing your stats at 3am just to see if one more person clicked. And then you showed up. You clicked. You read. You stayed. You voted. You commented. You added my book to your library like it mattered. And to me? That's everything. That's you saying "I see you and I pick you." Out of all the books on this app, you picked mine. Do you know how insane that is? How grateful I am? So here's my Christmas wish... if this book has made you feel something, anything... would you leave me a review? 🥺🎁

I've never read any of them. It was only after he spoke that I realize he was behind me. I thought he was still sitting on the bed. I run my hands over the book, my eyes catching the titles, A fresh Start, For Mbatha and Rebecca, Agony in get voice, Felicia, The betrayal, for better for worse, Evbu my love... I pulled Evbu, my love out. It's actually my best pacesetter novel. I flipped through the pages and sniffed it.

In that pit. With that boy. With those voices. “Bete…” The word echoed faintly in my head. And one question refused to let go— What did I just see? “Bete…” The word echoed faintly in my head. And one question refused to let go— What did I just see? But then— Something clicked. Sharp. Sudden. The book. “BETE.” My breath hitched. “The book…” I whispered. “Why did I see that?” My heart started racing again.