Prologue Of A Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Playing dirty to get what we want. Authors note: This is the end of book one. Book two will continue under the same title. I hope you’ve enjoyed book one. Book two’s title is: The Promised Mate

I followed what he said and entered the silent aisles and my pointer finger ran along the shelves while squinting my eyes to find a good book. Book after book, one caught my eye and I tip-toed to reach for it, immediately opening the pages once taking it in my hands. I leaned my body to the shelf in front of me and read the prologue of the story. Turning the pages more, I wasn’t aware that I was standing for quite a long time already to notice that I was almost half of the story and Brye walked closer to me.

The expedition to break the curse leads to the road flowing with blood all the way, you have no choice but to do it anyway. After reading the preamble, Lord Yong hands were shivering to go to the next page that might have the full view of expedient. The part that made his stomach churn was the last line of the prologue and its mention of Blood. Lots of questions plagued the mind of Lord Yong at that moment. Taking a deep breath he finally managed to turn to the next page. A shudder went through his body seeing the illustrations, it was something bizarre and mysterious. He curiously started to read the words.

So Proserpina moves on to the next row, then the next one, and the next one, on and on until she was literally kneeling like a child on the floor when she finally comes across a book third to the last on the bottom row in between a skinny book and leather bound one; the book was silver-gray, small and light in her hands and the cover seemed to have some sort of glossy material in it as it twinkled when she turned it here and there… ‘Kind of a child’s storybook,’ she noted. The book was almost as big as her palm and seemed to have pages as what one would expect from a novelette. She carefully opens it up to the first page–not wanting to have a repeat of another destroyed book because a destro

Third person's POV In an unrelated world, The forbidden book shines bright as the prophecy is being unleashed. "I think we've finally found our Savior....." _________________________________________________________________________________________________

I just hope that no one calls me while I'm reading and listening to music. I sighed. But it was a sighed done with a hint of bliss. "Lucky Yet So Unlucky In Love." I read the title before opening the book to start reading it. I started with the prologue and I noticed that it's quite long. But it didn't make me stop reading the book. I continued and continued until I lost track of time with my entire attention is focused on the story.

A/N: Dear readers, If you have found my book, I want to ask you to stick with it for a while because the way it starts might be confusing, but it has a perfectly good explanation, and everything will be clear soon enough. Promise it will be worth it. Love, O.W. Sophia

Evans said and brought out a book from his coat pocket before holding it out to Hazel. Hazel looked at the book in his hand and said, “This is the book of prophecy.” She stretched out her hand to receive the book. As soon as the book was in her hand, she saw a red glow from under the book and when she turned her hand, she saw that it came from the ring on her finger. Her eyes widen almost immediately and she looked at Mr. Evans. “No way! Don’t tell me—” “Yes. I came as soon as I saw it. The pages now have words in it. Why don’t you open the first page and see what is written there?” Mr. Evans said and Hazel placed the book on the table and wasted no time in turning the first page.

It contained a single book. “Woah! This is crazy,” Roger whispered. Lazarus walked up to the book, it was in a glass protective casing. “You didn’t know this was here, did you?” Velma asked. “No, I didn’t,” he clarified. Lazarus inspected the book. “What is it?” Nigel demanded. “It’s so beautiful,” Clarke admired. Lazarus gulped when he realized what it was. “It’s the Book of The God’s.”

But as I turned the pages, I was met with emptiness—a void waiting to be filled with knowledge and secrets long forgotten. “Huh?” Curiosity piqued, I traced my fingertip along the edge of the page, only to be met with a sharp prick as the book drew blood. “O-ouch!” Startled, I watched as crimson droplets stained the pristine surface, merging with the blank pages like ink on parchment. With trembling hands, I turned to the first page, my heart racing with anticipation. And as if by magic, words began to appear before my eyes, weaving a tale of destiny and prophecy that sent shivers down my spine.