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Chen handed him another book from beside him. Dean glanced at it and casually declined, "The last one was really good, this is enough for today. I’ll look at this one tomorrow." As he lowered his gaze to read the title of the second book, he froze. The cover was an art book, and the figures in the illustrations were—astonishingly—of him. "Wow, you really made me look good in this," Dean said, a little surprised. Chen chuckled, a glint of pride in his eyes. "Isn't it because you're good-looking?"

Quite cryptic if you asked me. The brittle pages rustled as I continued to flip through; “Long ago, there was a battle that raged on between demons,” my brows knitted in confusion as I closed the book and read the back cover just in case, why was I reading about demons? The book had a wolf picture in front, imposing and strong looking, how come it talked about demons instead? Placing the book back on the shelf as it wasn't the one I was looking for when I stopped midway, I thought maybe to give the book another chance, it was just a feeling though.

"Sure. I'll give it a try." Her eyes lit up. Soon, she pressed her lips together, nodded, and stepped back to the counter. I took a sip, and it felt like warmth had finally settled into a part of me that had stayed cold for a very long time. Just then, my phone buzzed. I glanced at it; the publisher's editor had sent over a draft cover for my new book. The cover featured a gradually brightening deep blue expanse, with the title "Crossing" printed across it.

With each book returned to its rightful place, I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me, a reminder of the joy that could be found in the quiet moments spent lost in a good book. As I reached for the last book, my fingers brushed against something unexpected—a beautiful tome hidden between the others. Its cover shimmered with an ethereal glow, adorned with intricate golden filigree and embellished with symbols of ancient power. The crest on its cover depicted a majestic dragon intertwined with delicate vines, its scales gleaming in the soft light of the library. “Wow,” I muttered, brushing my fingers over the book. Intrigued by its beauty, I carefully opened the book, revealing pristine p

It’s a book. I cautiously look around before picking it up, my eyes widening at the sight of its age-old cover. With a gentle hand, I brush away a thin layer of dust to reveal the time-worn engravings on the letters. Carefully, I open up the book and scan through its contents taking in every detail. It's from an era that has long passed us by.

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But when she pulled it free, her breath stopped. The book was unlike anything she had ever seen. Its cover was bound in leather so dark it seemed almost black, though in the right light it shimmered faintly with hues of deep crimson. Strange symbols—curved, jagged, and foreign—were etched into its surface, pressed deep into the hide like scars. No title marked its spine. A lock, thin and ancient-looking, sealed its pages.

Hayden explained, pointing to each design. “You shouldn’t judge a book by the cover.” Devon raised her voice. “In this line of work, a cover is the selling point of a book. Readers are more interested in the story than the design, but not all of them will read the back of the book to see what the story is about. The cover should be eye-catching and pleasing to the eye to grab their attention.” Hayden’s voice seemed to hold more conviction. “What do you know?” Devon’s snarky tone made me want to reach across the desk and grab her by the neck. “You are nothing more than an assistant and wouldn’t be able to do it any better.”

The front cover featured a pair of humans clinging in an intimate position. "Mostly bonuses from work at the publishing house." Maureen opened the preliminaries view, the page showing the book's drafting team and found Ben's name there as editor. "Wow!" It was amazing for Maureen who had just learned about the other side of Ben. Not to mention the contents of the book that read when flipped over. "Isn't it hot to read like this?" Ben was already standing next to Maureen, taking the book from her hand and placing it back in the stack. In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there.