13 Reasons Why Book Cover Novels & Stories

Jacob laughed. “I’ll kick your ass too!” I said as I glared at him. “Kris! We have one more surprise for you.” Penny yelled from behind my front desk. “What?” I looked confused. She walked out carrying a massive book. I recognized what it was right away. It’s the type of book that you use for a portfolio. “You got me a new book?” “Kinda.” Penny showed me the cover. It had a Black Moon with two wolves howling. The leather was fresh as I could smell it. Alec took the cover and opened it for me.

She had to be careful with it in case the pages shattered on contact with her skin. She set the book down carefully on the floor and wiped the dust from the front. Immediately, she jumped in shock. There, on the cover, was the same image she’d seen on her grandma’s leather box, and in the Voynich manuscript. Only this time the strange face on the front of the book wasn’t so surreal—it was as clear as day. It was an image of Scarlet’s face.

The cover of the third book was a silent declaration of victory. Where the previous ones had carried dark and uncertain tones, this one displayed a watercolor in golds and deep blues—colors that evoked sunrises over the ocean, promises kept, and horizons that had finally revealed themselves within reach. The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.”

Just more proof that Noah was a rich kid through and through. I snorted, reaching for the last book on the bottom shelf. It was placed weirdly from sight and it seemed to be wrapped with brown paper. Curiosity got the better of me and I ripped the paper away, wanting to see what book it was. Probably some first-edition Charles Dickens. But when I turned it over to look at the cover, my eyes widened. Two shirtless hunks tangled up together stared back at me from the cover. It could have as well been a cover for gay p**n.

Celea landed again and show her brother the book she had found It had a black cover with absolutely nothing written on it and that wasn't even the weird thing about this book. The pages inside were also blank

Kendra motions us to have a seat, and then she takes out a large book from the shelves, we flinch as the book hits the table with a thud. Impatience is eating me raw, my fingers are practically itching at the thought of getting my hands on it. On the cover there is a one of a kind weird design, one that I’ve seen before, but where? I run my fingertips over it, trying to remember. And then it hits me, it’s the design from the compass pendant that Jasper gave Kylie.

I returned a favoring smile to her by doing it genuinely before I took the book on her soft palm, an almost thick book with a blue cover. The book is heavy. On the front cover, there is a closed eye with long black thick lashes in a form of feathers placed inside a pentagon. Outside the badge has a wonderful abstract ocean and sunrise. Below it, golden embossed letters are shining to make its cover spectacular: BOOK OF A ZONER "Begin reading from page two to page five," Psyche said to me, stopping me in amazement. So I did what she wanted me to do. I flipped the pages until I reached the second page of the book. I started reading what's on it.

Then she tapped it with a smile. Her very first novella [Is there a reason "why?”]. That is the title of the book. Leah purchased it online. Her eyeglass is on the desk. Leah pats softly, opens, and put on at her blurry eyes. Leah arranged her glasses and moved the book. [IS THERE A REASON "WHY?”] A light novel [Light Novel]

"ASHES TO EMPIRE: Breaking Free from a Legacy of Violence" By Jaxon and Isla Winters. We each took a copy. Held it. Felt the weight of it. "We wrote a book," I whispered. "We really did." The cover was beautiful. Simple. Powerful. Dark background. Our title in bold letters. A phoenix rising from ashes. Perfect. We sat on the couch and read it. Cover to cover. Every word we'd written. Every truth we'd exposed. Every moment of pain and healing. It was surreal seeing it in print.

I raised a brow, wondering why this area was locked and the reason for these books not being with the others. There was a table in the center of the room, which I approached carefully. A comfy chair was pulled up to it, and resting in the center was a book. I felt a pang within my stomach as if knowing this was important to my cause. Listening to my instincts, I took a seat and examined the book cover. It was made of leather and looked quite ordinary, thankfully not made of human skin or anything ridiculous like that. Given there was a cult here, that was always a concern to me at this point.