Book With Lollipop On Cover Mga Nobela at Kwento

After that he stood and left me in the room. Now barely an hour later he sends me a trunk full of books. Ella moved to stand behind me and I could hear her sharp intake of breath when her eyes landed on the books. "They're beautiful, right?" Ella only nodded her head and leaned down to touch the spines of one of the books. They weren't really books to be precise, well they were books but not really big ones, almost like journals, just bigger and fresher. The covers were embossed in a beautiful flower pattern, each color having a flower of its corresponding color on it.

Just more proof that Noah was a rich kid through and through. I snorted, reaching for the last book on the bottom shelf. It was placed weirdly from sight and it seemed to be wrapped with brown paper. Curiosity got the better of me and I ripped the paper away, wanting to see what book it was. Probably some first-edition Charles Dickens. But when I turned it over to look at the cover, my eyes widened. Two shirtless hunks tangled up together stared back at me from the cover. It could have as well been a cover for gay p**n.

"Lily, it's a nice thought but-" Lily had reached the final page of the book and her face dropped. "No, there has to be something!" "Maybe it is just a fairytale-" "Wait." Lily had let the last page of the book fall and she frowned, staring at the back leather cover. "I need a knife," she murmured to herself and searched her pockets, pulling out a small blade. She then gently sliced along the edge of the back cover, creating an opening. "Fuck me," she whispered and pulled out what looked like an old piece of parchment.

He gave a brief hum of acknowledgment before asking, "Is that so surprising?" I nodded earnestly. After all, he looked every bit the pampered scion born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His chuckle came rather abruptly. Then, he pulled out a photo from his pocket. "This girl's name is Lily Nelson. I gave her a lollipop. She'd never had one before." I couldn't help but sigh when I saw the photo of the girl smiling sweetly. Yet, she seemed clueless about what to do with the lollipop.

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

~IVY~ It's another day in the library and Roxie is pretending to read about the anatomy of werewolves while I think of the Ebon Testament. I eye the cover of the book warily. “You know, if you keep using that book cover for all your erotic novels, someone is bound to suspect something.” With her face entirely hidden by the book, Roxie asks, “And how will they notice?” “Won't it be strange that you've been reading one book for straight three weeks?” I ask. “A werewolf anatomy book nonetheless. You should change the covers.”

She got out of her clothes, leaving her panties on and began to unzip the bags. Going through the bags, she frowned at the content. This wasn't her stuff, it was Roman's. She shrugged at the thought until she saw the book at the top of the luggage It was the same one that had pissed him off but this time it was opened. Lily knew it wasn't right to snoop but then it wasn't intentional. She picked the book up and narrowed her eyes. It was just a picture of teenagers. It seemed they were at prom or something. The brunette had her hand around the boy's shoulder and she was kissing his cheek.

She tidied up the displays and straightened the shelves, humming softly to herself. Almost immediately after Marcus left, a little boy with a mop of unruly brown hair skipped up to the counter. A gap-toothed grin spread across his face as he held up a book cover depicting a group of dogs dressed in musketeer attire. "Excuse me, miss," he chirped, his voice brimming with excitement, "Do you have the newest Canine Musketeers book?" Lila smiled warmly. "The Canine Musketeers, eh? Excellent taste! Let's see if we can find it for you."

“I’m sure it’ll fit right in, next to your hobbit ring, rabbit’s foot and twenty sets of lipsticks.” Lizzy stuck her tongue out and turned back to the bed. “I brought you some magazines and a book to read. I found them in my bedside drawer.” She pulled them out from behind her seat and laid them on the bed. Johnny’s sly grin should’ve warned him. Slater glanced down and recoiled. Cosmopolitan and Vogue slid aside to reveal a book cover of a shirtless man—in a loincloth—clutching a woman in a torn dress on a beach. His long hair blew in the wind as he gazed into her doe-like eyes.

Sounds good. Wish I could join you.... Then I get a quick shot of the cover. What on earth's she reading? Tipping back her book to see the jacket, it's a bright splash of cartoon figures against a gentian blue sky. Smiley faced men and women frolic with a dog in front of a kids' classic 'first house drawing': a square box, with a triangle of a roof and a window in each corner. I peer at the blurb on the back.... "A few weeks ago, it was finite element analysis and Fourier series. Now you're reading chick-lit?"