Book Page Aesthetic Novels & Stories

If the spine of the book was with gold, the other side of that is painted either with a mesmerising landscape or scene, or a pattern that was so beautiful it might as well be a wall paper for the houses of everyone. “Wow,'' I mumbled to myself as I made my fingers glide from one book to another. They are all so beautiful. This is how books should be treated— with grace and care and all the special treatment there is— not left somewhere in a dark corner to collect dust and rot as the paper gets shredded by rats or by the time. I was so mesmerised that I was not able to notice that another person was also with me inside the Royal Library, browsing through the contents of a shelf labelled— fina

Knowing fully well that the question was being directed to him this time around, Valentine cleared his throat and answered calmly, “Majorly because I've always been a fan.” Start nodded at his words. “So, what are the remaining reasons?” she asked, finally turning to be face to face with him, putting her business face back on instantly, as she stared at him with so much interest. “One, your graphic designers do an awesome job. They're very versatile and always know the perfect cover for a book. Two, I love the quality of your paperback and hardcover. It's so distinct and lasts longer. Finally, I love that you guys don't use white paper to publish your books,” Valentine listed out with his fi

The cover art alone already made me pause because the artwork was insane. “Busy afternoon?” Hawthorne asked neutrally. I ignored him and opened the book instead. The first few pages hooked me faster than I wanted to admit. The pacing was smooth, the dialogue compelling and familiar in a way Valerie herself spoke when she wasn’t overthinking things and the character design immediately pissed me off because Fabian was so obviously me it almost felt insulting she thought I wouldn’t notice. Tall. Cold. Blue eyed. Obsessively possessive. Rich. Feared.

Rudolf picked up a large gray folder and sat across from me with a confident smile. “Ready?” he asked. “Ready,” I replied, even though my voice trembled slightly. He opened the folder and pulled out a thick sheet of paper with the final cover design. The moment my eyes landed on it I went silent. The cover showed the silhouette of a woman standing between two worlds, one side dark and fractured, the other softly glowing with gentle light. The colors weren’t excessive; the gradients were smooth, elegant, and emotional. The title font was modern yet warm. Everything blended together perfectly, as if it was created to reflect my story of someone who fell again and again, but still rose every ti

The fading words on the front page hinted at its age and the countless hands that must have turned these pages over the years. "This book is very special. Anytime a new moon goddess arrives, more pages seem to be added to the book, it says why a wolf was chosen. Her wolf design and what her test is like. I know that you would find it very interesting!" Star explained while I flipped the first page of the book and it crackled in brittle. The revelation that the book somehow adapted to the arrival of a new moon goddess sent shivers down my spine. It was as if the book itself was a living, evolving entity, intimately connected to the moon goddess and her chosen one. The crackling of the pages a

"You must be heavily retouched. Men like this don't exist in real life, but damn, whoever designed you sure was talented..." I flip back to the first chapter, only to let out a dreamy sigh when I see the chapter is named "Meet cute." It immediately makes me feel a twinge of jealousy toward the main character. "I wish I could take your place, girl. If my instincts are correct, you're about to meet the man of your dreams and find your happily ever after with Mr. Frontpage Daddy." As I say those words, something odd happens. The page of the book lights up in gold, like that scene in the second Harry Potter movie. Only this time, there are whispers, and the ink disappears from every page of the

The knowledge contained within the book was unlike anything I had ever seen before, and I knew that it would change my life forever. When I made to hold the book, I noticed its intricate designs etched into the cover. The patterns were so detailed and precise, it was as if they had been carved by hand. I ran my fingers over the designs, feeling the grooves and ridges beneath my fingertips. The book felt ancient, as if it had been around for centuries.

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.

I lower the wall in my mind and wait for another spirit to pass some remarks, but everything remains silent. To think about, those spirits have been silent for a while. This gives me a hint that something else is wrong too — which I don’t know just yet. Shaking my head, I drop the towel and wear the dress and go to sit down on the chair placed on the left corner of the room. With a snap of my fingers, the rules book appears in the air and then drops down on my lap. It has a brown leather cover, bland but interesting. I open the book and turn the pages. One rule is written on each page in golden cursive writing. The pages are yellowish.

It was bound with beautiful teal leather that caught my eye. I took it from his stretched hand. He took his seat once again and I looked at it. The book had a faint musty scent and surprisingly, it felt light as a feather in my hands. I fingered the gold letterings delicately, a part of me scared that I might disarrange them. It read Lost Memories. I couldn't take my eyes away from it. It felt like it called to me. I turned the cover over and it revealed an almost blank page. I almost did not notice the small writing at the very edge of the page.