Side View Of A Book Novels & Stories

I preferred my books to people, and my imaginations to reality. One evening, as I was casually returning back a stack of books to the shelves, my eyes scanning the names for their proper places, I noticed a man sitting in the far corner of the library. He was deeply focused on a large, ancient-looking book, his brow furrowed in concentration. I paused, looking at him curiously, and I found myself stealing glances at him, intrigued by his presence and level of concentration in my peaceful domain.

I dropped my head to the book with a groan. “I don’t think the librarians would approve of your bookmark,” Rivyn commented mildly. He sat on the opposite side of the table, the heavy tome open before him and propped up on a stand. He leaned back on the chair, his ankle resting on his knee, seeming at complete ease on the uncomfortable wooden chairs.

"Dear heart, Don't fear what makes you feel." **************** Lilly's POV I peeked from over the book in my hands to sneak a look at the guy sitting across of me. He had his elbow pressed over the armrest of the chair, the side of his face pressed against his palm, his eyes focused on the book placed over his lap. I took into a shaky breath and let my eyes drift back to the book in my hands. One advantage of being stuck in a library; the endless supply of books.

No corners bent. He closed his eyes, tracing the gesture in his mind. Left hand pressing down the page. Right thumb and forefinger pinching the corner, gently lifting, flipping it over. Then forefinger and middle finger smoothing the new page flat. Her sleeves would be rolled up, revealing the chilblain scars on her wrists. When she turned a page, her head would tilt slightly down. Her collar would shift to the left. Because her body's center of gravity would shift right as her right hand turned the page, the collar naturally sliding left.

I looked at it for a long time. Then the library. Bent over an open book, both hands pressing flat on the page, her weight leaning into the text. The focused intensity of someone who cared about the words, not how she looked reading them. Her hair was tied back in this one, a loose knot, two strands falling forward across her cheek. She hadn't pushed them back. I turned to the third photograph.

I asked through annoyance as I eyed the boxes in every corner. I spotted one I had not searched and went over to it. I knelt and opened the box. There were some books inside it, mostly Lucas' finance books. I started taking them out and smiled when I found mine. I grabbed it and dusted it with my hand. I furrowed my eyebrows when something caught my eyes from beside the book. I dropped my book and eyed the picture frame that was between two books. Ruth was the only visible person at the edge of the picture and on her shoulder was someone's hand. I touched the picture before pulling it out.

I plop down on the wooden desk and take my book out. As I glance back up to the front of the class, the scrutiny has ceased except for one pair of eyes I can clearly feel boring to the side of my head. That’s weird. No one sits in the seat next to me. I carelessly give a quick glance to my left and wish I hadn’t as I look back down at my book. The words blurring together making everything incomprehensible, much like my life right now.

I bit my bottom lip touching the cover and squinting at it, she was reading this, the cover was pure undefined drawings and Arabic writing that I couldn't identify. Glancing quickly at the door in fear that she would duck in there, I felt in my pants pockets and pulled out the phone for a quick cover photo, returning the device to my pocket and straightening my robes as if nothing was happening. Everything was too organized, the long conference table gleamed brightly with all the chairs lined up plus his personal reading table with a comfortable leather chair in front of the huge shelf of books, photographs and small sculptures. Nothing was as flashy as the book, so I simply hurried to the d

Her eyes scanned the room as she picked up some books trying to find the third book of the series and finally they landed on them as it was on the top shelf. "Argh!! Really." she groaned out before placing the other books which she will read later on the couch and grabbed the wooden stool. She stood up and stretched her hand trying to reach the book which was just grazing her fingers. "Oh! Come on!" she whispered as she lightly touched the book and as she finally took a hold of the book a smile spread across her lips but what she didn't notice was that she had put most of weight on the left side of the stool. "Whao!!!" she exclaimed wide eyed and tried to grab the book shelf for support but

Pointing at it, “No, this green dome-shaped around the book.” They looked puzzled. Shaking their heads. “No, we only see a book in front of you.” “Maybe you’re the only one who could see it since you touched it?”, Leah suggested. “Or maybe it’s another power of yours?”, she reckoned. I hummed, looking back at the book. I raised my hands and stared at them for a good few seconds before deciding to place them on the surface of the small green dome around the book. I probably look stupid in front of the two as they don’t see the green-dome shaped around the book. It may look like I’m hovering my hands above like I’m about to cast some sort of spell.