13 Reasons Why Book Cover Novels & Stories

“Cool, but creepy.” I avoided the mirror this time. Went for the desk instead. It was cluttered with scrolls, crystals, and a heavy leather-bound book that practically radiated forbidden knowledge and motherly guilt. On the cover? “To the cursed chosen one. – A.” I blinked. “Excuse me?” I opened it. The moment I did, a swirl of golden-blue light burst from the pages and wrapped around me like a magical bear hug from someone who’d been spying on me since birth. RUDE.

"I wanted to put my hands on your pus9sy again." I actually wore this outfit on purpose. I was wearing jeans and a graphic T-shirt. I liked to wear shirts with funny sayings. It usually made people laugh. In a large font, my shirt said "Do Not Read The Next Sentence" Thin in a really small print underneath it said, "You Little Rebel." Most people grinned when they saw it, some chuckled. We didn't have much of a dress code at our school, we just had to cover all of our parts, nothing too short or revealing for girls. Guys couldn't wear cargo shorts. You know the ones with all the pockets? And our T-shirts couldn't have lewd sayings or curse words on them. I didn't want to make it easy on Alex

Jake walked to his laptop and googled a whole lotta crazy scenarios like schezophrenia, personality disorder and even crazy itself but none of it was completely relating to what was happening to him. “Shit!” He closed his laptop and that's when he saw it. Lying just an inch away from behind the laptop; its tattered edges and broadness with the dark old cover and the distinct golden embossed symbol on top of it of the pentagram. The book.

But I knew some hill folk—especially a hoodoo man named Clive Hartley—who could read Latin, so I put it aside for later. I looked back into the box and of course, that’s when I found it. The book that’s caused all this trouble. The Way of Ah-Tzenul. Course, that’s not what’s printed on the cover. There’s a picture of some sorta tribal man squatting down with both hands raised to the sky etched into the cover and traced in silver. Otherwise, it’s a plain-looking book, all bound in pebbly black leather.

Stamped into the cover was a symbol: an eye inside a triangle, surrounded by curling, intricate lines that almost seemed alive. “What is this?” Leila asked, keeping her voice steady. Christina gave her a look that said she was either testing her or trying to decide how much to say. “This,” she said at last, “is why you’ve been dodging mustard jackets and cleaning up after dead archaeologists.” Leila’s heart skipped a beat. She sat down, sliding the book toward her. It was heavier than it looked, its weight a promise of bad news. “Oh my! Explain,” she said, flipping it open.

As he grabs the orange books, he feels the hard cover and runs his hand on the embossed title – The Darkest Minds. He notices a weird symbol on its cover, it doesn’t seem to be out of the ordinary. A book has got to have an interesting cover, hasn’t it? As he opens the cover to explore its pages, something falls out – it was a bookmark. He picks it up from the floor and he presses it at the very back of the book to lessen the chance of it falling again. He feels the pages and one can tell how expensive the printing must be on this book. It doesn’t feel like ordinary paper. It is definitely something a bookworm will appreciate for the rest of their life. It's to bad, he got his hands on the s

said Alice, looking at her. "Wings with two colors, this statue also has two different colors. Alice is right, I think the cover of this book was inspired by the carving of these wings!" mumbled Xander who had just realized the book they had read. But he didn't read the whole thing, only parts of it. "Then, do you think that the author of that book is also from this house?" Tristan mumbled who had glimpsed the blood-red cover of the book they had read last night.

“This holds all the answers, El. Well – we think it does, anyway. If this is right – if what it says in here is true – then I think I know what kind of supernatural entity we’re dealing with.” “And you decided not to lead with that?” I asked, somewhere between aghast and amused. He gave an embarrassed half-shrug, his eyes dropping to the book’s worn cover. It was bound in a faded blue cover, and it looked as though it had been well thumbed over the years. There were corners that had been dog-eared, folded over to mark the reader’s place, and there was a large ring-shaped coffee stain on the front cover. “Sorry,” he muttered. I ran my fingers up his arm, a soft, trailing touch that spoke of s

I suggest, giving my shoulder a slight shrug. Kenji picks up a book and passes it over to Levi to place beside his book on the other table. Levi looks down at it and grimaces before setting it next to the ghost book. My brows rise in curiosity as I walk over to see the book. Forbidden Sex Magic stares back at me in bright red letter, the picture of a naked woman being rammed into by a centaur graces the cover. “Well that is disturbing.” I tell them, placing the book back down and putting the ghost book on top of it to hide the cover. Levi and Kenji let out loud spurts of laughter behind me as they watch my discomfort over the book.

But hope, like magic, has a price, and I am increasingly aware of that price. The book itself is a work of macabre art. The cover, made of dark leather that almost appears black, pulses with a life of its own, as if it were breathing. The leather is stained with deep shades of red, almost as though it has been soaked in blood over the centuries, giving it a sinister and throbbing appearance. Along the edges of the cover, aged silver chains are interwoven in complex patterns, depicting ancient runes and seals of protection, symbols only an enchantress could decipher. The title of the book is carved into the leather in rustic letters, subtly glinting with ruby, as though the words had been wri