Book Title Cover Novels & Stories

Some were old while others looked rather new. Toward the end of the shelf, her eyes caught a small, thin book almost hidden behind the rows of thicker textbooks. It was shoved deep into the shelf like they never wanted the book to be seen by anyone. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly. Something about the way the book was pushed back felt odd to her. She reached for the book that had a deep wine-red cover. The title was written in silver letters. “Her Erotic Fantasy” Clarissa blinked in surprise,she hadn’t expected that. Her lips parted slightly. She looked around the library to see if anyone was watching.

Politics, Power, Business, History and many more. Boring. Boring man. I continued tracing the spines with my fingers, liking the texture beneath my fingertips. At some point, I completely forgot about the journal. I pulled out one of the books. It had a rare cover I had never seen before. “Pride and Prejudice.” What? I checked the cover again. Maybe I had read it wrong. Or maybe it was another Pride and Prejudice. But no. It was the same book, only with a different cover. This one had a black hard cover with the title engraved into it alongside the author’s name.

“You and your ridiculous titles. I have a name, you know? It's Olivia, not Luna. I wonder if you wolves hear yourself sometimes. Luna this, Alpha that. It’s obnoxious.” He leans closer, green eyes catching mine, voice dropping low. “If you’d like, you can just call me yours. That title would sound better on your lips anyway.” My lips twitch despite myself, and I groan, dragging the blanket over my face to hide it. “You are a complete idiot.” His hand tugs the fabric down just enough for him to see me, his mouth inches from mine, his breath warm against my skin. “But yet,” he whispers, “you can’t stop wanting me.”

she murmured, tilting her head. Drawn by fascination, she found the rolling ladder attached to the bookshelf and climbed carefully. Her fingers trailed over several thick volumes—Blood Oaths and Moonlight, Fangs of Fire, The Treaty of Shadows. The illustrations on the covers were beautiful yet chilling, with fanged creatures, glowing eyes, and moons stained crimson. With great care, she pulled down four books and descended, arms full. She found the oversized reading chair near the window and curled into it, flipping open the first book.

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.

Giving up, I released I sigh and lifted my butt of the mattress and stretched my hands towards it, making sure to guide the books carefully to the edge before I grabbed them off the table and back to the mattress, my butt meeting the softness once more as I positioned the books in between my legs. I was clad in only a robe and that permitted me to sit comfortably in the posture I chose. The books were in different colors and not wasting time, I snatched up the first one at the top. The cover was in a white shade with a picture of a green plant on the front, some of its leaves stretching to the back cover. The words scribbled as the title read, “All you need to know about plants.” I frowned i

I can’t believe what I'm seeing right now. "Fuck, it's already released?" I asked in disbelief. I could not stop my hands from taking a copy of my book. The cover of this book is very familiar to me, it was me and Zie but our faces are cut, Zie's naked body is the only thing I love about the cover as if he's compelling you to grab the book and buy it. "Yes, it was distributed the other day at different national bookstores," Zie informs me. I stared at my book again, it's really beautiful, the cover was hardbound so it seemed like it was just like the international books that were released.

It was not all, the cover was the eyes of werewolves. My brows furrowed in keen interest as well as something I can't name settling within me. Without thinking further, my hand took out the book and the front cover showed the face of werewolves with its eyes glowing in a golden hue. I brushed my fingers on the cover, mesmerized by the image. It was delicately printed and made.

It fell to the floor, landing face up to reveal the title: "The Dark History of the Maximillian Kingdom." My heart immediately started pounding when I saw the name on the cover. Shit! Why was a book like this in the library?

I go the opposite way, painstakingly reading each and every title. “Callie!” Alice exclaims excitedly. “I think I found something.” I hurry over, seeing her pull a smaller black book off the shelf. There’s no title on this book, only a gold Baphomet overlaid on the leather. “The Book of the Beast,” I whisper, eyes lighting up. “I think you did find something.” She cracks the spine and I lean over, heart racing. And then the library doors open and close with a boom, echoing throughout the entire room. Alice and I both jump, and she quickly shoves the book into her cloak.