Book Style Novels & Stories

“How much do you know?! Just spit it out already.” As Kathleen groaned, Tomoya rose, walked towards the bookshelf behind him and took a book in a size of an encyclopedia, bound in silk darkened with times of handling. He sat back down and twisted the darkly patented cover to a full, wide spread. “That’s her penmanship!” Kathleen scowled, attempting to snatch the book from him when he pulled it away in an even faster pace. “It’s very old, for hell’s sake! You could have torn it into two.”

I returned a favoring smile to her by doing it genuinely before I took the book on her soft palm, an almost thick book with a blue cover. The book is heavy. On the front cover, there is a closed eye with long black thick lashes in a form of feathers placed inside a pentagon. Outside the badge has a wonderful abstract ocean and sunrise. Below it, golden embossed letters are shining to make its cover spectacular: BOOK OF A ZONER "Begin reading from page two to page five," Psyche said to me, stopping me in amazement. So I did what she wanted me to do. I flipped the pages until I reached the second page of the book. I started reading what's on it.

But then, why were all her belongings still here? She stepped toward the shelves and ran an index finger horizontally across the spine of each book, noting the authors. Stephen King. Paul Tremblay. Lauren Beukes. All horror, violence, and morbid. Certainly not what Jade preferred to read. The magazines held a different texture, they were smooth but thinner, and her fingertip snagged every crevice. She plucked a random one out and examined the cover. Vogue. Flipping through the magazine, she noted several of the corners were folded as a bookmark. She glanced over the articles on those pages: Interviews with influential people, food and drink reviews, and beauty products.

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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.

“Uncanny.” She commented, as she looked at the book and scan the cover, which weirdly enough does not have any synopsis like any other book genre out there. Covered with the pattern of the gloom and dark with the title engraved in a pattern using gold ink. Its resemblance is pretty much centers like a religious book, yet is not. For anything else, the lady in blue is screaming her very own familiarity towards her, as it looks and speaks like. “Me.”

Julian Blackwood. Today, he didn't send his driver. Didn't ride in the car. He came into her serene world of poetry and fantasy like a living oxymoron—charcoal cut coat, dark gray trousers, shiny shoes that didn't so much click as *announce* with every step. His presence didn't belong here, not quite. He was all clean lines and brutal beauty in a room of soft curves and weathered wooden shelves. His eyes scanned the bookstore with subdued calculation, not with wonder but with purpose, as if he were inspecting a house for sale. And yet. there was something in his stance—his stillness—that hinted at doubt. Maybe even hesitation.

I despise him so much and it is so hard to hide from this world when you know that every corner of this Academy is shouting Cayden's name. We just went to the shelves and I looked for a book to read because. I was thoroughly checking the books when I touched a book and it felt like I was suddenly electrocuted so I immediately let go. Shit, is this what they call static? I was curious, I looked at the book and I raised my hand again to touch it and this time I was not electrocuted. I took the book and looked. It is a brownish color book with moleskin. It looks old but still, it is in a good condition. I just read the title of the book.

Hello Dear readers, I want to inform you all about a very important aspect of the book that you need to keep in mind while reading. The book contains present and past scenes parallely, which means the scenes after Raahi running away and the scenes that made Raahi run are written simultaneously. To differentiate between present and past scenes, focus on the writing style. The scenes written in ITALIC font describes the scenes from the past, while the scenes written normally depicts the scenes from the present.

Quietly and perfectly. I remembered the kind of books she loved. Those textured covers, cream pages with that faint golden sheen, the ones she used to call “aesthetic enough for my chaos.” I found one. Imported, leather-bound, the kind that screamed her style. Then I made sure every design from her ruined sketchbook was replicated exactly—no detail missing, not a single curve or stroke lost. I made sure no one tampered with it, not even the ink. Now, as she walked toward the school gate clutching it, I could see how she traced her fingers along the edge like she was touching something sacred.