After We Collided Book Cover Novels & Stories

He is shivering by looking at the cover of the book. “What is it Al-” Jeje comes to Alfi and remains silent when he sees the cover of the book. “Alfi, don’t tell me it is the one?” Jeje averts to Alfi, err his head turns to Alfi. His eyes are just drawing. How could I forget the fact that Jeje is a Jailangkung with a Gundam head? “Exactly,” Alfi said in a serious tone. “What is it, guys? Why are you so serious?” Kartika approaches both of them. ”What book is that any-” Kartika who sees the cover of the book directly smacks their heads really hard that they pass out.

Heidi Collin : Soon, the ambulance arrived and took away the dead body of hers but when I turned back at him, he had fallen to the ground. I rushed to him, to see what had happened but when I opened the mask of his face, I found him to be Ezer, not Ezio. I was taken back. How could this happen just in some snaps of time? It was impossible to believe. What did I miss in some seconds that I wasn't able to visualize what happened here? I leaned to check his heartbeat and his heartbeat was ......What was that?

He jogged back towards me holding a book. "What's that?" I curiously eyed what he was carrying. Of course, it's another book! I suddenly felt excited. I'd naturally be curious about the books he owns! If I can only read every book in the world, I'd happily do so. I've actually read about a library. It's mentioned many times in the novels I've read, and I would love to visit one! Caleb handed me the book. It was color blue with two clouds in the front. One black and one white. The title said 'The Fault in Our Stars'.

I raise my head to see what he is up to. A sinking feeling hits the pit of my stomach when I see him pick up the book I was reading. He holds up the book out in front of him, studying the cover. “Oh no,” I whisper under my breath. Aiden can't read that! I sprint toward him. He does not see me coming, and I crash into him. He's caught off guard when I collide with him. He stumbles backward, and we both fall onto the bed. The book flutters to the floor, forgotten.

15. Damon. (NOTE: CORRECTION OF THE LAST CHAPTER, EMMA THE WITCH HAS BEEN RENAMED TO ESTELLA DUE TO CONFLICTING NAMES WITH THE FEMALE LEAD, EMMA.) Mason and I sat tight-lipped in silence. The news was so sudden, it took some time for me to process it. On a normal day, I would have barged out that door, demanding all resources to be put into looking for her dead or alive, but I was more mature now, not that hateful child I once was.

The torches exploded outward in a shower of sparks. Wolves stumbled back in alarm. And then A sharp, violent twist tore through my lower abdomen. I gasped, collapsing forward as a strange warmth spread through my core. Not pain like the rejection. Different. Alive. Kaelen caught my arm this time. His grip tightened. His eyes darkened. “I smell…” His voice faltered. Shock flickered across his face. The entire courtyard held its breath. He leaned closer, inhaling deeply. And then his head snapped up.

The title of book two on Alpha novel is “Convincing Luna Valeria.” She mistakenly stepped on the throttle, and the car began to move on its own at a fast speed. She screamed in horror as she lost total control, and her car collided into a bus. Everyone screamed as they kept hearing different bangs and fighting for their pp. Crystal's car somersaulted, and everyone's bodies flew out of the vehicles. They looked unconscious or rather dead as they were soaked in the pool of their blood. The blood of Crystal flowed to where the dormant body was lying outside it's coffin. Like an electric shock, the dormant body began to move slowly, and before a minute, he rose l ooking healthy.

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.”

The book arrives in boxes on a Tuesday morning. "Always" is printed on the spine. My name is on the cover. The subtitle reads: "Thirty Years of Choosing Love." The photograph on the cover is of Dominic and me in the garden holding hands. It's simple and real and it's exactly what the book is. I open one of the boxes and I hold a copy in my hands. This is the book about what comes after. This is the documentation of sustained choosing. This is the thing I've been working toward for months. It's finally real. It's finally out in the world.

Tonight was nothing special, nor were there any new information or stuff we didn’t know, and judging by the look on Arrow's face, none of us were too happy about it. “No offense Celeste,” Arrow started, dragging his feet to the nearest chair -which was a tattered and almost fully fallen apart chair- and slumping down with too much trust in that old chair, dust clouding off of it. “But I think you found the only one cool thing in this hel-” A tearing sound of fabric paused his voice and together we looked towards Chelsa, who had a brightening grin. In her hands was the red book cover, torn in two, and the original book cover was finally able to breathe after years of being hidden; in the midd