Aesthetic Book Pic Novels & Stories

Chen handed him another book from beside him. Dean glanced at it and casually declined, "The last one was really good, this is enough for today. I’ll look at this one tomorrow." As he lowered his gaze to read the title of the second book, he froze. The cover was an art book, and the figures in the illustrations were—astonishingly—of him. "Wow, you really made me look good in this," Dean said, a little surprised. Chen chuckled, a glint of pride in his eyes. "Isn't it because you're good-looking?"

Nothing about the author or even details about the book. I flipped the cover and opened the book and a picture fell out. A picture of me and Alexia. I had my hand wrapped around her waist and she was smiling up at me and I was looking at her like she hung the moon, like I wanted to eat her up. She looked so painfully beautiful in the picture that my heart ached. When was this? When was this picture taken? Why was I staring at her like that with my hand around her waist? I flipped the picture and saw a small note written it.

Alpha Angelo sighed exasperatedly, then pulled out the book. He walked to the chair and made himself comfortable. ‘It's time that I read all the consequences and be prepared,’ he thought. He opened the first page, the tittle was well spelled out. At the first page, just after the tittle, there was a picture of a big shiny ring. Alpha Angelo touched it, wishing to feel it, but it was only the picture. “A picture is worthy of a thousand words. Yeah, indeed it is. So beautiful,” he murmured.

After that he stood and left me in the room. Now barely an hour later he sends me a trunk full of books. Ella moved to stand behind me and I could hear her sharp intake of breath when her eyes landed on the books. "They're beautiful, right?" Ella only nodded her head and leaned down to touch the spines of one of the books. They weren't really books to be precise, well they were books but not really big ones, almost like journals, just bigger and fresher. The covers were embossed in a beautiful flower pattern, each color having a flower of its corresponding color on it.

I said. I saw a book with an ancient cover. There is a specific thickness, a color that is foreign to me. And some of them are already foggy, and some are not. My eyes are drawn to the book with the words' Real power'. I took the book and put it on the table. When I opened the first page of the book, there was a painting of a handsome man. The man had a thin beard with a sharp facial jaw. His eyes were piercing but seemed to hold sadness. Even the pose of the man in the painting is quite stiff.

She apologized and continued with what she was about to do. Aesthelia examined every book on the shelves. This library is unexpectedly good, and it seems that it's being taken care of daily. They purchased the latest book, and Aesthelia didn't anticipate that a pack of wolves would give importance to this book. She thought that they were obsessed with training and such. It's rude of her to have such an assumption, right? Aesthelia was so busy looking at the book title that she didn't notice the person in front of her.

I can visualize the clock wheels turning in his head, trying to decide if I am capable of understanding the complex poem. I like a challenge! I sit, ignoring the warmth spreading through my body as I lie close to Bryce, opening the tome, and I gasp. The artwork on the page is beautiful and elegant. The lettering reminds me of "The Book of Kells," a real work of art. But I do not have the time to carefully examine the intricate patterns and designs created in different colored inks.

She picked a few out and moved to another section. She began to search through sections, checking the books, when her eyes caught a book in the corner of the shelf. The title of the book caught her attention as she pulled it out. Selene covered her mouth with her hand when she saw the cover of the book. Her eyes are wide with shock. It was a picture of a handsome young man, his chest bare, and a lady standing by his back. Her lips were kissing his nape. “Desires and Pleasure"; she read the title aloud and took the book.

Now, I unexplainably feel almost euphoric. Something nestled deep within is singing to me. It's both comforting and terrifying. Yawning, I get to my feet, glancing at the bed, only to notice something sitting upon the side table. Frowning, I circle the bed, realising it's a book with a note lying atop it. Picking it up, I twist the book over, reading the title. This is easily the most beautiful book I've ever seen. The spine has a golden pattern printed over it, leeching onto the front, twisting around the letters of the title.

Then, quietly grumbling to himself, he gets to his feet with haste and urgency. I watch him delve into a corner of the room, rifling through a small shelf of books hidden until then, until he finds a particular book, his eyes lighting up. He rushes back to us, placing the dusty old book on the table. The cover, crafted from animal skin, resembles one I own. He flips through the pages, stopping at one and revealing a drawing of a young woman with a wide, vibrant smile that radiates pride and joy untouched by the world. The artist has done their best with limited resources, clearly depicting her beautiful emerald green eyes, soft pink lips, and majestic chestnut brown hair.