Book Style Novels & Stories

"Look at this font instead. Do we prefer the minimalist serif or the bold modern for The Era Society cover page?" ​"Minimalist serif," Bianca answered from her desk, her eyes fiercely focused as she aligned our core budget spreadsheets. She hadn't looked up in two hours. "It keeps the high-society aesthetic. If we're pitching to the student administration board tomorrow afternoon, the presentation needs to look like a luxury lookbook, not a standard campus flyer." ​I forced a tight smile, dragging my eyes away from my silent phone. "Right. Cream, espresso, gold. We present a lifestyle, not a club."

I can visualize the clock wheels turning in his head, trying to decide if I am capable of understanding the complex poem. I like a challenge! I sit, ignoring the warmth spreading through my body as I lie close to Bryce, opening the tome, and I gasp. The artwork on the page is beautiful and elegant. The lettering reminds me of "The Book of Kells," a real work of art. But I do not have the time to carefully examine the intricate patterns and designs created in different colored inks.

I turn my attention to the book and flip it open. It isn’t new. Not even close. The edges of the pages are soft and worn to a suede-like texture, yellowed by time. The ink is slightly faded, turning a brownish hue in some places. Inside are entries. Dates. Notes written in a careful, elegant handwriting that makes my heart stop. I flip through the pages slowly, my eyes widening with every line I read. “These look old, Soren,” I say quietly, the weight of the book suddenly feeling much heavier.

This was going to give him some time, and he had been itching to get his hands on more of the information in those books. Walking back over to the bookshelf, Bradford noticed there were thicker books, unlike the journal of his mother that he had been reading. These books read more like history books. These books spoke at length about what was done in order to defeat The opposing clan of casters that tried to take down the Bellevonnes Clan. Flipping through the pages, he could feel their age. He had to be very careful not to tear or smudge what was left of the writing inside of it. The edges of the book seem to be stained with time, and the great smell of glue and leather and paper lifted to

Nyra’s POV I sat on the bed and placed Elaine’s book in front of me. For a moment I did nothing else. I just looked at it properly. In the library it had felt old and important. Here, on my bed, in this room, it felt stranger than that. More private. More dangerous. Like it did not want to be mistaken for a random old text preserved for curiosity’s sake. It was thick and heavy, yes, but now that I was alone with it I noticed more. The cover was not ordinary leather at all. Up close, the texture was wrong in a way that raised the hair on my arms. It had a faint pattern under the dark surface, not visible at first glance but there when the light caught it sideways. Not wolf hide. Not cow leath

he said, standing and walking toward me. He reached for a book above my head, his eyes locked on mine. The way he looked at me could melt me on the spot. Was he always this handsome? Why did his eyes seem so familiar? Calm, yet deep—like the ocean. He smiled and tapped the book lightly against my forehead before waving it playfully as he backed away, still smiling. I looked at the book he was holding—Time and Time Again by Tamara Ireland Stone. My comfort book. I don’t relate to Ana, but I do to Ben. We both don’t stay.

I had created an account with a different user name. I had a few notifications from the app, so I opened it. I read the book, she had been reading that day. It was very nice and captivating. I finished it over the night. I liked the way the author had penned down the book. I looked for the other works by the same author. There was another book which was not very long, I finished it within two hours. Her writing style was good. I liked the way she described the love scenes with a subtle sensuality. Romantic... Very romantic. Sensuous, steamy, witty and crisp. I commented what I felt and was surprised to see that she answered back politely.

Out of all the books he had organized, it was the only one that didn't look so worn out. Near... SKALLIET I'M GOING TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL... Its large uppercase letters occupied a significant part of the book, its red color appearing beneath some spaces of the burnt and withered rose, arousing curiosity just like its name.

I heard that information from my friends. His mouth curved into a smile. "Yeah, admirably isn't it?" I smile back before nodding. "Is there anything that I can do for today?" I ask. Blake snap before turning his back at me and search for something. "Yeah, We have the simple recipe that you can easily learn here." Blake give me a thick old book. I frown. Does the owner of this book is a fan of gothic styles? "Is this our Boss's recipes?" I ask. Blake nodded his head.

He had cookbooks? A laugh almost escaped my lips. This was not what I expected from him. Snap! My hand knocked off a book nestled between two thick leather+bound books and I bent to the floor, picking it up. But, something about it caught my attention. Probably the book title font, or the fact that the cover was hella attractive. I couldn't quite place. I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah.