Book Cover Novels & Stories

Wheezing, I took the book from her and she forced me to lie down on the bed with her as she cuddled with a pillow, placing the full portion under her chin and against her chest. I looked at the title. ‘The Good Wolf-Beast.’ The cover had a blue moon lit in the backdrop of a blue starry night. The stars had smiley faces and there was a vicious-looking werewolf kind of thing with sharp claws, a drooling crocodile-ish mouth, with thin red eyes and it seemed to be howling to the moon itself. One of the stars was in its hand, with a sad face and unlike the others stars, the wolf was squeezing it uncomfortable. I checked the blurb on the back cover to be sure it wasn’t a horror book. Still, I coul

' he thought to himself as he glanced at the book. Liam held the ancient looking book in his hands, its weight feeling strangely substantial. The leather cover was weathered, and the pages had an exquisite, aged quality to them. As he examined the book more closely, he realized that there were no markings or titles on the cover or spine, only complicated patterns and symbols that he didn't understand, etched into the leather.

She walked closer to one of the big shelves and touched it. She knew she wasn't supposed to be there, but she couldn't help looking around more. She took one book from the shelf and cleaned off the dust on it. She saw a picture of a black wolf on the cover of the book, which was titled A Pack of Wolves. "I can't believe a man like him reads fantasies." She scoffed. She was going through the books when her eyes suddenly caught a book. The book had a black cover with no picture on it. "Werewolves rule." She read it silently. She was about to open the book when she suddenly heard something whispering behind her.

] A picture of her holding a book to her face was sent. Lei stared hard at the cover. It almost looks the same with the one he was holding at first glance but upon closer look, it was actually different. Their style and vibe was differing completely. The one in his hand gave off a slightly softer vibe with a hint of romanticism, belonging to most cultivation novels. The one on his sister’s however, was completely dark with no signs of romance in it at all- just looking at the cover will make you take a glimpse of how dark it is inside. Their only sole similarity that made them look alike at first glance was the color of the robes, both guys on the cover was wearing, and the fact that they bo

Just expensive furniture and abstract art that looked chosen to impress rather than express. I passed through the living room, my attention drawn to a large bookshelf covering one wall. The collection impressed me—ancient texts on pack history, rare volumes on wolf magic, modern novels organized by genre rather than author. Many of the books looked unread, their spines uncreased. One leather-bound book caught my eye—its dark cover embossed with strange symbols that resembled no language I recognized. I reached for it, but it refused to budge. Odd. I tried again, pulling harder. The book remained firmly in place, as if glued to the shelf.

I pick up my book and look at the cover, holding it open so I don’t lose my page. The man on the cover is wearing a long blue military jacket with red trim and yellow trousers. The woman has on an elaborate gown and is leaning her head against his bare chest, her own gown falling down around her lower arms, her breasts spilling out the top like a melon cart that’s been tipped on its side.

I want to reach over and . I looked back at his face, not wanting to get distracted by his manliness. I'm horny enough as it is. But that doesn't really work. I like everything about his appearance. The hair on his head is thick and black. He wears it a little long on top but short in the back. He always styles it to some degree. He drags a hand through it now and some comes back to lay on his forehead. I want to run my hand through it and mess it up entirely.

Hayden explained, pointing to each design. “You shouldn’t judge a book by the cover.” Devon raised her voice. “In this line of work, a cover is the selling point of a book. Readers are more interested in the story than the design, but not all of them will read the back of the book to see what the story is about. The cover should be eye-catching and pleasing to the eye to grab their attention.” Hayden’s voice seemed to hold more conviction. “What do you know?” Devon’s snarky tone made me want to reach across the desk and grab her by the neck. “You are nothing more than an assistant and wouldn’t be able to do it any better.”

Sounds good. Wish I could join you.... Then I get a quick shot of the cover. What on earth's she reading? Tipping back her book to see the jacket, it's a bright splash of cartoon figures against a gentian blue sky. Smiley faced men and women frolic with a dog in front of a kids' classic 'first house drawing': a square box, with a triangle of a roof and a window in each corner. I peer at the blurb on the back.... "A few weeks ago, it was finite element analysis and Fourier series. Now you're reading chick-lit?"