A Little Life Book Cover Novels & Stories

"I think that's her mom. It's been a while, but I'm almost certain that's her." "It is. She looks just like Gianna." Every page was of her mom's face except for the last drawing, which was me; we were the only two people in the book. Why does that make my heart accelerate? I went back to my image and found it hard to believe that she'd drawn that from memory from the one time we'd met the day before. How hard had she been looking?

She promises, pointing to an area where there are a few chairs around a table. I nodded, still a little uneasy but don't word it out. I better start searching for what I came here for and quickly. As Lily skimmed her way through the endless books, I decided to stay where I am and skim the big book she handed to me. Its olive green cover was very old and showed that it had been here for ages. There was no indication of what the book held in its knowledge apart from the golden art of a wolf sketched into it. I opened the book, the dusty yellow pages greeting me. I coughed. It seems no one had bothered to dust it off. It must've been sitting here for God knows how long.

The book has a black leather cover and on the center of the cover, there is a glass bulging bubble that's filled with some kind of red liquid. Please don't be blood. I bend to pick up the book and stumble back a bit. It's heavy and I lug it into the room kicking the door shut with the back of my heel before moving to sit down on my bed. "Who left you at my door." I openly think as I read over the cover. Elgadah Furrucci presents. Advanced Spells and Enchantments. English translation. The words are printed in italics across the cover. I run my hand over the cover and I can feel the light layer of dust on it. My hand stops at the glass bubble and I avoid touching that part.

While I was spaced out, Henry moved some boxes out of the main bedroom. "Cleaned out all the trash, Josephine. He can stay in the storage room. It's not like we have any extra space." He kicked the boxes and met my eyes. There was a challenge in his gaze. I looked at the boxes. The most conspicuous of them was a picture frame covered in a white cloth. That was my wedding photo. All the high heels, dresses, and necklaces I had bought for Josephine were now stuffed into boxes and treated like garbage. A dusty ring box sat in the corner. I picked it up, and my eyes began to sting. "This is trash too?" I opened the box and inside sat a ring. The diamond in the center barely had any gleam left.

"Sure. I'll give it a try." Her eyes lit up. Soon, she pressed her lips together, nodded, and stepped back to the counter. I took a sip, and it felt like warmth had finally settled into a part of me that had stayed cold for a very long time. Just then, my phone buzzed. I glanced at it; the publisher's editor had sent over a draft cover for my new book. The cover featured a gradually brightening deep blue expanse, with the title "Crossing" printed across it.

Then, Xylon's eyes flew open, revealing a bizarre black symbol swirling in his gaze. Tyrone and Ray followed suit, their eyes mirroring the same eerie design. "My loves! What's happening? Don't frighten me!" Tears streamed down my face as I clutched them close, dabbing their skin with a damp cloth in vain. Their condition remained unchanged. Suddenly, the door burst open. Ethan marched in, his expression turning grave at the sight of the children. "Step aside." He shrugged off his coat and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a chest marked with the same cryptic symbol as the kids.

They had not been cleared if that shock when they saw a picture of little lily in the news with the caption. •WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THE ALMIGHTY ALESSANDRO NAOMI CINDY,THE WELL KNOWN AUTHOR OF NOTABLE BOOKS ALL OVER THE COUNTRY OF AMERICA HAD AN HIDDEN CHILD WITH NO IDENTIFIED FATHER? WE'RE SHOCKED TO GET THE KNEWS OF HER DAUGHTER WHO ARRIVED YESTERDAY UNDER THE WATCH OF BEAUTY CLIFFORD, DAUGHTER OF PRESIDENT CLIFFORD OF LONDON. THIS NEWS ISN'T FAKE AND THERE'S ALWAYS PROOF. THIS AUTHOR ISN'T WHO Y'ALL THINK SHE IS. SHE HAS A DARK PAST AND YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO DENY THE LITTLE GIRL WAS HER DAUGHTER,COZ OF THE STRIKING RESEMBLANCE• That was the first one,as they kept on increasing. Caramel an

Nathan and Serena from Portland, because Nathan has been coming to farmhouse occasions for fifteen years now and Serena for twelve and they are simply part of the fabric. Chen from DC. The annual appearance. She arrives with the same quiet efficiency she brings everywhere and accepts the coffee Catherine makes her and sits at the table with the specific quality of someone who is exactly where they decided to be. Lily has a copy for everyone. Physical. The Edinburgh publisher did a beautiful job — the cover with the farmhouse line drawing, the simple title, the quality of the paper that says someone cared about the making of the thing not just the content. She puts a copy in front of each per

It hit my shoulder before dropping to the floor. I barely felt the pain. I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “Perfect,” I muttered. “Just what I needed.” I almost ignored it. But something about that book caught my eye. It wasn’t like the others. The cover was deep red—so dark it looked almost like dried blood in the dim light. The edges were lined with gold that had faded with age. I frowned and bent down to pick it up. It felt heavier than it looked. When I turned it over, I noticed something strange.

Little does he know that it wasn’t a secret to me. I laughed wickedly, stepping on the gas as I drove to the tiny house farther from town. Better be in here, Lorenzo, and I might just spare your life. I parked my car, stepping out of the vehicle. I scanned my environment, my eyes darkened as it fell on a figure. Weren’t the heavens working in my favor? Lorenzo was seated right outside the hut with his head thrown back. A smile crept on my lips, reaching for my gun from the back.