Crochet Kindle Cover Novels & Stories

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.

It remains to finish Maxim. For some reason, it was for him, I knitted secretly from Martha. It seemed that she didn’t do anything shameful, but at the thought that at some point she would ask for whom I was knitting each row so diligently, it became awkward. I chose the color for it for a long time and settled on dark purple, and the combined braids that I knitted were slightly different in shade and looked beautiful from the outside. And I really hope he likes it. Pushing the product away from me to look from the side, I imagined how I would give him a gift and even a flash of surprise in his eyes when he unfolds it, or maybe comes up and, thanking him, kisses at least on the cheek.

I opened it and found myself entering a smaller version of the library downstairs. There was no swirling staircase going up, up, up, rather walls full of books, some of which were only accessible via the sliding ladder off to the side. With my stomach full and heart heavy, I waltzed over to one of the shelves and scanned them, intending to pick a book at random. One in particular drew my eye. The cover was made of dark leather, embossed with a swirling gold font that was a bit hard to read. Tendrils of flame, interwoven with threads of shadow, danced up the spine and around the back.

Older than anything I’d ever seen. The cover was wrapped in dark, cracked leather, etched with a strange symbol I didn’t recognize. A gold circle was embedded into the spine, and within it, a single quill rested delicate and ivory, as if plucked from something divine. Curiosity tugged at me. I reached for it. The moment my fingers brushed the surface, the book pulsed. A gentle hum, like a heartbeat, thrummed through my palm.

The Gifted Hybrid. I was stunned at the title. It took my interest. I tried to flip the cover of the book but it won't open. I frowned when I saw something surround the book. Like there was a spell covering it. I put the book down on my bed when I saw something left inside the black box. There was a big gold anchor/ship wheel necklace that just fit my hands. It glowed when in contact with my hands. I feel like the necklace is mine because the scythe was also glowing. I took the scythe and looked as it shines so bright. I let out a gasp when the scythe transformed into a round object. Then I noticed the cover of the book, it has a hole round shape in it and an anchor then ship wheel in it.

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?"

The chambers felt empty without him. I asked Livia for yarn and hooks — something to do with my hands. She brought soft black wool, needles, patterns. I started crocheting — secret, shy — a sweater for him. Oversized, warm, with subtle lunar patterns in silver thread. My first gift. Something made by my hands, for the male who deserved everything. Hours passed in quiet stitches. A knock. “Lady Maureen,” Livia said. “Lady Nyxara requests to see you.” I set the half-finished sweater aside, heart fluttering.

Her eyes flicked back to me, and I instantly looked away. Then she leaned back slowly, folding her arms. “Hmm. I see.” That was all she said. Cole then reached for one of the bags Ingrid had brought earlier and opened it. One by one, he brought out the gifts— some of them weren't extravagant, but thoughtful things that hinted he had tried to learn about her. Her favorite tea blend. Next came a folded silk scarf in a vintage rose print; delicate and clearly expensive. Then, a wrapped book followed. I knew that cover. It was a first-edition copy of The Timeless Craft of Adornments— this book was like a treasure for every designer into jewelry designs.

It took him an hour to figure out how it works hahaha. He soon turned the book over to check it's title. On the cover, among the pretty colorful gems and butterfly designs is a title of bold golden letters that brought a sudden shiver to his body. 🌹Ruby and Aurelius🌹

I was hoping it would be a surprise because I had never mentioned I could do it. She gasped. She spread it out on her bed and ran her hands over it. I had made it with large, thick heavy yarn. It wasn’t really crocheting it was more like hand tying. But it wasn’t easy. Still… it was worth it. I had chosen white and gray for the colors to match Jenny’s white and gray striped bedding. “Collins … did you make this??” She asked me. I grinned. “I can’t believe you did this. It must’ve taken ages when did you even have the time?” She asked me.