Novel & Cerita You Can't Judge A Book By Its Cover

“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.”

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.

“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.”

"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."

I am expecting her to be alive and kicking. He is still putting the spoon in my mouth and he is just waiting for me to taste it. I dont wanna taste it. But realizing how much effort he put just to make this poison just to poison me—food, want me to taste this one. Please, you must be good. You know what, I don't believe in the saying don't judge the book by its cover but by tasting this one. Huh! How I wish I didn't appreciate things so that I didn't taste this.

I went in, bowing my head a bit. “Oh, wow… you shouldn’t actually judge a book by its cover. The interiors here are actually lethal… giving old money vibes… the crystal chandelier should definitely cost a fortune…” I glanced around, surprise choking me. “What? You don’t like it?” he asked. “Oh, me? I do… really do… just so surprising it looks so great on the inside and looks… you know… whatever that was outside…” I muttered. “Oh, fair… thought you didn’t like it…” he added.

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Having a stranger in my house brought back memories I didn't wish to dwell on. "It's good to take a walk in your leisure, to clear your mind." Her voice was almost a whisper. Zoey was soft-spoken. I'd never seen her yell before. She was the perfect example of the saying, 'Never judge a book by its cover'. She looked innocent, and her voice was the same. However, the darkness brewing inside of her would be enough to wreak havoc on a city.