You Can't Judge A Book By Its Cover นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You're respected, but you're cold. I heard you are ruthless and don't hesitate when it comes to killing. But looking at you now, you don't seem like a person to me.” I chuckled dryly. Of course, I look soft, but he'll soon find out I'm not. “Have you ever heard of the saying that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover? I won't overexplain myself because very soon you'll find out that the rumors are true.”

He gave the saying 'Don't judge a book by its cover its meaning. Next to him stood Katie in a fully embellished silver gown that fitted her hourglass curves. I was jealous of her figure. She was thin in all the right places and I resembled a potato. Luckily, everyone loved potatoes. It didn't bother me though, I still showed off the little figure I had, even if my stomach wasn't as flat as it should have been. There was nothing wrong with being on the curvier side of life, that didn't mean I didn't try keeping to my diet.

She decided the only way to salvage herself was to allow him to see what she meant. ‘I am sorry if what I said right there sounded a bit harsh but before you say anything I would like you to hear me out. You must have heard the saying that we must not judge a book by its covers and this saying applies to a dear friend of mine, I am sure you are aware of who I am referring to. Anyway, I would like to take you back to the night you saw us at the night club’ Trish remarked

She said that last statement directly to Ali. I look down at the pair of washed denim pants and white tee she has on and contemplate her words for a second. She burst out in light chuckles looking between the both of us. "I know what you're thinking. Don't you know you should never judge a book by its cover?" " Yeah but well... I judge every book I read by its cover." I say. " And I don't read books to begin with" Ali adds. " Good point." Mona agrees. "But do you really?" Ali asks "you really follow up my fashion blog?"

She muttered. "You don't even know what's in it," I chuckled as she continued staring at my hand with a glare. "Well, I don't need to know if it's going to be boring or not," She said. "It's going to be with its drab cover and all." "Have you ever heard of the term do not judge a book by its cover?" I questioned. Kelani shrugged. "I have, but this doesn't look like I am judging." I opened my mouth to counter her, but I heard a growl from her instead.

"And whoever put it in there expected someone to read it." "Is there a chance that you didn't notice the book earlier because of the unattractive cover or something?" Wilkes said, "I mean, we can't just assume and weave up beliefs based on the fact that you didn't see it before." "I doubt I've ever read a book because it looks unattractive and I understand where you're coming from when you said we shouldn't base our beliefs on the books I've seen and haven't," Trisha started. "It's quite unreliable, yes, but all the same, it won't hurt if we do."

“I see. Is it because I’m a mafia boss?” I looked away from him. “Well, yes. I mean, you don’t look like someone who would fancy reading. You’re hard as a rock, so I doubt that you are interested in books. You can’t blame me much,” I said defensively. Zayn opened the first book in his hand. “Dantes Tu…” he spoke fluidly in French, causing my jaw to drop on the floor. “So, future wife, never judge a book by its cover, you might be stunned at the various facets it would have.”

“This is a library, Arian.” “I know but…” I started but he cut in. “I’ve been coming to this library for months. It's quiet and it's a good place to work.” I blinked. “You’ve been coming here to work?” Kael leaned against the shelf, crossing his arms. “Since you work in the library you should know by now that it's not good to judge the book by its cover.” “Have you met you? You will also judge the book if you were in my shoes.”

My fist didn't even rich mid air and she already managed to bring me down. “Let this be a lesson then.” She said as she kneels down to my front. “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” She laughs knowing the quote was as cliche as it could get but it still hit home for me. “On the bright side,” She reaches to my cheek, caressing it with mockery. “I love your face so I intended not to put my signature on it.” “Cara…” I groaned, arms hugging my torso in agony.

"He finally got caught red-handed, huh? I never really thought of him as some that bad until our conversation before." "I guess he's just the perfect example of the saying 'You can't judge a book by its cover'." I scoffed. "But with everyone who's been telling me this past week that they didn't think Eric was my cup of tea, I wonder why I haven't been paying much attention to their warnings." "Since you've brought it up, I have to admit that I've been pretty curious about that," he commented cautiously. "You seem like you like to rebel once in a while but definitely not someone who would totally ignore a good piece of advice."