50 Shades Of Grey Book Cover Novels & Stories

That was it! I looked at the necktie in my hand and shook my head. Goodness! Why was I thinking a lewd thing? Ugh! This was the Fifty Shades of Grey’s fault. I actually watched it last night, again. And Kristoff’s necktie was the same color as Christian Grey. The famous necktie on the book’s cover! I swallowed the lump on my throat while still looking at the necktie. “Are you just going to stare on my tie? Time is running. I’ve been waiting, Belle.” I looked up right away upon hearing his voice.

I turned it to the side where there is no dirt and wipe the book using it. I saw a black cover with gold linings and designs. I touch the ribbons that are placed in some of the pages. There are symbols located at the bottom part of the cover, carved and painted in the color of gold, but I don’t understand what it means. I looked at the back but there were just designs. I tried opening it but there’s a metal lock on the side. Huh? Was this… a secret book? It kinda looked like a grimoire.

It seemed that Beta had the same plan as ours, the only reason why they got ahead of us was because they agreed to meet back up in the middle after just five minutes. We headed towards the library where the first clue led us. We hold billions of words, one in a red, one in blue, one in yellow. It is renowned and entitled Despite the Dark Cover, It's Bright Inside. We immediately started looking for a book with a dark covering and has its title written in red, blue, and yellow. Beta was here at the library as well. I was searching at the lower shelves when I realized how useless it was to sweep the whole library for just one book.

Behind the panel was a small space, just big enough to hide something. Inside was a single book. It didn’t look like any of the other books in the library. Its cover was dark, almost black, and made of old leather that looked like cracked bark from a tree. The corners were worn down, and it had no title. Just a symbol. A silver moon. It shimmered faintly, even though the light in the library was dim.

It was an infinity sign with a howling Wolf's shape in the centre. Strange. Looking up, I move aside the books to feel my heart thud in my chest. There was a book.... behind all the books lined in front. And hope rises in my chest. Extending my hand, I move my hand behind to have my fingers touch something velvety. It has to be it.... Pulling it out, I smiled. Seeing a book covered with red velvet colour. The design I saw earlier, drawn in the centre. Much bigger than the earlier one with the words written on the top.

My fingers examined the fine-textured white substance. It smelled of old perfume and...gasoline? The odd scent only boggled me more. "What are you?" I whispered. Was it just some powdered chemical to keep the bugs out? Or something else entirely? ◇ "Vampirar et Dhampirica" The gothic-styled calligraphy printed in gold ink intrigued me as I studied the brownish, tattered cover. It was a vintage-looking book Miles currently engrossed himself in as he sat next to me.

My eyes slowly moved to spot the velvet-covered book and something written on it with golden ink that shined in the light coming through the open window. Despite thinking to ignore it at first, I found myself walking towards it a few moments later. Something about leaving this book without looking through it did not feel right to me, it just made me feel some sort of anxiousness I was not ready to deal with. I walked closer to the book and picked it up. On the blood-red colored cover of the book, there remained written in bold golden letters— Predators. The confusion took over whilst I looked at the name, my fingertips brushed on the velvet feeling the smoothness of it, and then I slowly ope

I throw on my jacket, and Susan pops a question. "What shade of grey is that, though?" I am on the verge of replying to the famous movie fifty shades of grey, but I stop myself. "This is mink. It goes well with green and black." "I honestly don't know how you do it, girl," Susan mutters. Her eyes are coated with slight admiration.

Feeling particularly nosey, I pulled one of the books down and looked it over. It had an olive green-colored cover with gold and black depictions drawn all over it. The edges of the pages were bright red and worn, so I knew it was a book that had been thumbed through frequently. I turned it over to look at the title and snickered at what I read: The Occult Truth of Lycanthropy. "The old man always did have an active imagination," I muttered under my breath, smiling as I put the book back on the shelf. I wiped dust from my hands onto my jeans and turned the attic blight off as I left the room. I could hear the sound of my parent's car driving up the pathand all thought of the book was gone as

My eyes kept wandering in each section and it stopped in romance. Ooh, looks like someone likes reading romantic books. I giggled looking at my uncle and went towards the shelf. I kept reading the titles and all the books were emotional ones because I have seen the movies which are adapted from those books. So my eyes moved more upward to look at the books at the top of the shelf. "TF!" My eyes went wide, looking at the whole set of 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. It's hard to believe Uncle reads this type of book too, he doesn't look like a romantic person who would read erotic stuff. But why are they kept at the top of the shelf?