Crochet Kindle Cover Novels & Stories

Right on cue, Kenny returned, holding a large, gift-wrapped box with both hands and a smug grin on her face. “Alright,” she said, plopping it down on the coffee table with dramatic flair. “Time for your delayed wedding gift.” I raised an eyebrow. “Kenny, what is this?” “Open it and see,” she said, bouncing with excitement. I set my phone down and carefully tore the wrapping away. When I lifted the lid, I gasped. Inside was a hand-knit blanket… cream-colored, soft as clouds, and stitched with tiny patterns of moons and wolves along the edges. I ran my fingers over it, speechless.

Back to the front cover. Kenneth gave me this book as a present. For drawing purposes, I know it's a sketchpad with white blank papers. Just ordinary... Yet now, I'm witnessing with my own two eyes how the plain abstract cover erased its colors, transforming into something red with cursive design at the center. Written in thick italic letters, THE BOOK OF STRINGS wrote itself as if there's an invisible hand with golden ink writing them. If I'm in my right state of mind, I would have screamed, tuck my tails, and bolt to ask for help. But I did nothing of those...

Kendra motions us to have a seat, and then she takes out a large book from the shelves, we flinch as the book hits the table with a thud. Impatience is eating me raw, my fingers are practically itching at the thought of getting my hands on it. On the cover there is a one of a kind weird design, one that I’ve seen before, but where? I run my fingertips over it, trying to remember. And then it hits me, it’s the design from the compass pendant that Jasper gave Kylie.

I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.

But hope, like magic, has a price, and I am increasingly aware of that price. The book itself is a work of macabre art. The cover, made of dark leather that almost appears black, pulses with a life of its own, as if it were breathing. The leather is stained with deep shades of red, almost as though it has been soaked in blood over the centuries, giving it a sinister and throbbing appearance. Along the edges of the cover, aged silver chains are interwoven in complex patterns, depicting ancient runes and seals of protection, symbols only an enchantress could decipher. The title of the book is carved into the leather in rustic letters, subtly glinting with ruby, as though the words had been wri

’ ‘No idea… gut feeling’ ‘Or you’re the most intuitive wolf spirit I’ve ever encountered’ ‘Or that’ she replied proud of herself. I peel off the leather cover and find myself admiring and caressing the intricate design of the book cover. In its center, 3 moons are carved in the thick front cover. A full moon in the middle, flanked by to mirrored crescent moons. The full Moon hosts inside of it a tree with arrows instead of leaves, a smooth tree trunk line and 2 symmetrical curved roots pointing right and left. One could tell that the carving was actually burned wood, manufactured in a perfect style, but what was weird and beautiful in fact was that the golden-bronze background was moving, sw

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.

“I was good with doing the four dates. I thought it was going to be fine, and it would die down, until you put me on the book cover. How the fuck did you get it done so fast? How? I asked a friend of mine in publishing, and they told me covers take months and months to approve.” “It a special favor my editor called in with her boss. Her boss loved the new cover so much they halted production and went with it. Come on, Cruz. The cover is smoking hot. It’s sexy even. You should be proud to be on the cover of a Perris Brooks novel. My last five books all hit the top five in contemporary romance and sci-fi romance.” “Proud? Did you see the life-sized cutouts? How did you get them all printed so

It's organized to look like a rainbow, going from as low as the floor all the way to the ceiling. "Come look." Pierce says excitedly, pulling me gently towards the corner of the room. There's a small table next to a huge, plush recliner. I touch it and feel it rock easily under my fingertips. Stacked on the table are books on learning to knit as well as patterns for different projects. Pierce nudges me gently towards a chest on the ground. I kneel down and open it to see more knitting needles than most craft stores have. They range in sizes, lengths and some even have cords connecting them.

He tilts his head with concern when I look back at him. “Just promise me.” I wipe the tears from my face. “Please.” “Okay, I promise won’t get mad.” He shakes his head, not understanding why he would need to promise that. I take the dragon scale gloves from Pan and carefully unwrap the leather strings holding the bag closed. I reach inside and grab the massive book by the spine. I wait a moment to prepare myself before I slide it out onto the crystal stand. I take a sharp breath when it comes into view. It’s just as beautiful as I remember. The cursed black leather cover has a sheen of iridescent purple when it hits the light. Instead of a leather binding on the edge, I sowed it with golden