Book Page Aesthetic Novels & Stories

' There was a book sitting on the table by the lamp, and she recognized it as the one which Benjamin had carried when he met her. "Oh, it's the book," she muttered, crawling down to the foot of the bed to grab it. She gently fingered the book, her soft hands inspecting the intricate golden designs of its hardened exterior. Slowly, she opened the cover and peaked inside, then all at once began to read the words of the manuscript. They captivated her with their beauty and insight. It wasn't like anything she had ever read - it was something different, something higher, but... all at once intriguing to her curious mind.

I said, following her in. The layout of their suite was similar to mine, but the way the interior was designed was markedly different. I could tell at a glance that the place was decorated according to Ms. Lee's taste, despite the fact that her son owned the place. I was starting to think that Jester bought it for his mom rather than himself. The walls were a pale yellow, the floor tiled with dark grey, and gauzy bronze curtains covered the glass walls. The sitting room had large, comfy sofas, and the books on the shelves were arranged neatly. They were familiar titles, mostly novels and some poetry, and I thought it was rather brazen of them to display actual books like this. Paper is now c

Aiys gets up and returns to compile the book that Aiys will move. When the fourth book is in hand. Instantly, the focus of Aiys eyes was on the brown book, decorated with dried flowers and leaves. Roses and jasmine dominate, the lower right corner are roses, and the upper left corner there are jasmine flowers connected with leaves ; the bones of the leaves. Memories of the Blue City The first writing that Aiys read, the first sheet of this book. On the second sheet there is a photo of a man with a woman posing with his arms raised to head level. Two fingers, index and middle finger make up the letter V.

Each of the books looked like they are all older than her judging by the smell and the worn pages inside, one page even literally crumbled to ashes in her hands, much to her horror, when she browsed through rather impatiently (she immediately stuffed it in the back of the shelf, half-praying to Hades that Athena will not notice the little blunder) but despite the books’ obvious age, they were all still well-preserved; free from dust and seemingly handled with care and love that only a lover of books could provide. However, whatever admiration Proserpina had for Athena’s personal book collection immediately went up in flames when she discovered that none of the books in Athena’s office even h

I felt so grateful. I used my fingers to trace the lines of the book. To feel the texture of the front and back cover, I even decided to have a sneak peek with my fingers inside of the book. "Thank you. May I open my eyes now and have a look at it?" "Go ahead" The book slowly came into my vision that's my eyes uncovered itself. The book in my hand was twice my size and three times my weight. It had brown paper and its pages were written in blood. My body cringed when I opened the first page.

The book looked like it came from a fairytale. I opened it, cradling the pages between my fingers. The penmanship, the ink of the pen used, the paper. This is no ordinary book. The curve of the letters of the words. It was obvious that the author didn’t use a modern pen. The paper was old and orange, almost brown even. I read between the lines and my frown deepened. I closed it again to look for the title of the book. There was none. I pouted my lips a little before opening it again, reading the line that I was previously reading.

“Gods, I hope that’s in there. Because I can’t bring myself to look for more.” I just ignore him, laughing a little. August can look at an open wound for hours and yet struggle to acknowledge death or even evidences of death. He’s a Healer, so it makes sense. I guess he will always look at the positive side of things and choose not to acknowledge that bad things happen to people who die sometimes. I open the book, and the pages of this one look a little more pristine. Actually, it looks a little too pristine. The pages are lined with gold, the writing done by hand. The illustrations are also hand-drawn, and I have to say that they look pretty good.

I mumble, heading to my office. I sit down in my chair and put the book on the desk. I look closely at the cover and realize it isn't leather, but some soft dark skin, more on a fur than the normal boom cover. My guess would be some.random animal with fur but I think sime fur isn’t smooth as this. I turn to the first page and mutter a curse under my breath. I read the tiny scrawl with widening eyes.

Giving her aunt a nod as she walked past her. Layla could finally focus on what she came to the library for, although at the back of her mind she wished Nelle could stay longer. She sat down at one of the tables and scanned the books cover. It was covered in worn midnight-blue leather and had no title, though, it was covered in intricate golden designs that glimmered under the light. * buzz – buzz * “Just when I was about to start reading it, great.” Scoffed Layla as she grew weary.

THE WISH CHAPTER 1 The lecturer finally closed his notes and adjusted his glasses. “That’s all for today. Don’t forget the assignment due next week.” Aika barely heard him. Her chin rested on her palm, long lashes half-lowered, her breasts pressed tight against her desk. The classroom was a wide, polished space—mahogany desks, tall windows letting in afternoon light—but the moment he stepped out, silence fell like a curtain. The scrape of chairs, the shuffle of students packing up. Aika didn’t move. She had nowhere to rush to, and her body felt lazy, restless.