"creative" Book Titles Novels & Stories

As expected from them things couldn't go over smoothly, even if it comes to something like the title of their book, they ended up at an impasse. "What's that, could that even be considered a title?" Jun said mockingly, "Well at least it's more creative than "Their Murderous Love,", " Iori retorted eying his notebook with disdain. What do you expect from a frivolous romance writer anyway... "Oh! As in "Misconception in the night" Is a more relevant title?" Jun said "Well, at least it doesn't sound like a cheap romance column in a teenager's literary magazine..." Iori said and Jn raised an eyebrow at her.

I kept reading the titles of the books which were placed and nothing was interesting. I turned and moved to the other side and was surprised to see Gabriel. He was pulling a book out and was opening it. I never saw him here before and it quite surprised me, my eyes moved to the book he was holding. The title of the book was “Creator of life,” it looked eye-catching and expensive. “What are you doing here?” He asked all of a sudden, I jumped in surprise. “Huh... Um! To read books,” I replied, Looking over the books in front of me, he gave a blank look and walked to the bench at the corner.

we enjoyed each other's company. The first year went on like that and I published my first book TIMELESS... then the second book was published the following year. During my 3rd year I started writing my book.. my real life story.. about the shit my father put me through. That one was hard to title. Hence I was still writing it even today under the title UNTITLED

The words sounded foreign to my own ears and I hated the fact that I was sounding like my grandfather. Clay looked sad. “What about your book, how's it going?” he asked, trying to change the topic. I gave him a small smile. “Well you’ll be happy to know that I already have a title in mind but I don’t have a storyline yet.” “So what’s the title?” I took a sip of my drink and grinned. “Love for sale.”

It had felt real. Welcome rays of daylight and reality peeked through dark blue sheaths as his bedroom curtains came into focus. He scanned the familiar clutter that lay on the black dresser and armoire by the door, as well as on the nightstand to his right. His eyes fell on the stack of books lying there. To root himself he read the titles: The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, Running With Scissors, and Corrections. Underneath them lay Books Do Furnish a Room, photographs of home libraries he loved to look at to inspire his design creativity. He was an architect after all, even if he was a werewolf.