Book Cover Novels & Stories

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.”

My gaze is wandering around those books until it stops on the book in the middle with the title 'Island In The Aegean Sea'. My heart skips a bit and I felt my body went cold. I slowly step closer to it and reach it with my hand. The cover is just simple, it was actually blank. Only the name of the book was written on the cover, no name of the author, not even the publisher, and other information that we have usually seen on the book cover. I was about to open it when suddenly the door harshly open. I stilled on my spot and held my breath while my eyes widened in shock, taken aback by that harsh sudden noise.

Older than anything I’d ever seen. The cover was wrapped in dark, cracked leather, etched with a strange symbol I didn’t recognize. A gold circle was embedded into the spine, and within it, a single quill rested delicate and ivory, as if plucked from something divine. Curiosity tugged at me. I reached for it. The moment my fingers brushed the surface, the book pulsed. A gentle hum, like a heartbeat, thrummed through my palm.

It had a black thick leather cover and a golden seal on its top. “The Crow.” Lelia said, and a book with a bright red cover appeared in her palms. She turned to a page where the history and image of the crow was shown. Janeka got her mind back to why they were here and what they were going to defeat. “I see your mind is caught up with the black book.” Lelia said, chewing her lips. “That's what we want, isn't it?” Janeka said.

“I want a cover like this. Not a famous face. But honest emotion.” “Then,” he said, “you’ve already found your direction.” I moved to a row of large shelves filled with modern novels. Most of them had beautiful, eye-catching covers. I picked up a black book with a minimalist design and looked at Liam. “What do you think?” I asked. Liam raised an eyebrow. “I think it’s too dark for your book’s theme.” I chuckled and put the book back. “That’s what I thought.” We moved to another shelf. I picked up a book with a cover of a woman in a white robe staring at the horizon. “This one?”

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.

I scanned the shelves, my eyes tracing the titles and covers in search of the perfect book to momentarily distract me from the reality of my mother's illness. A vibrant book cover caught my attention, a beautiful couple locked in a passionate embrace against a backdrop of rolling hills and a setting sun. "Love's Everlasting Promise" was emblazoned across the top in elegant script. I knew, in that moment, that this was the book that would temporarily fill the void in my heart.