Don't Judge The Book By Its Cover Novels & Stories

“This is a library, isn’t it?” I gave him a look. “That’s not what I meant.” He placed a hand dramatically over his chest. “Ouch. You really shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. It hurts, you know.” I laughed a little. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” “Relax,” he said, chuckling. “I’m just messing with you, Camryn.” I rolled my eyes. Of course he was. “Besides, you’re not wrong,” he added. “I didn’t exactly come here to read.”

He was sitting in the cabin, drinking while lost in thoughts. Only by seeing him that way I get the meaning of the famous saying - Never judge a book from its cover. He always seems like a mixture between a 'happy-go-lucky person and ' a psycho bad boy', yet he's none of these. He is someone who carries a lot of pain inside of his heart, and I can see why.

A book should never be selected purely on the basis of its front cover. What you are saying is true, in my opinion: don't condemn people because you believe they are weak, and don't make them suffer just for the sake of feeling better about yourself; life in this world is different, so enjoy it to the maximum extent that you are able. TO BE CONTINUE

Then he added as his eyes ran up and down me, “not like you have much to be smug or arrogant about, but here you are.” My head bowed as I took in my own form, my head tilted towards him, “don’t judge a book by its cover, it’s the words inside that matter, all that glitters isn’t gold now is it, Alpha Christen.” Amusement flitted in his eyes, but it was gone just as quickly as it had appeared. I gulped at the sudden fear that now tightened my throat.

She smirked as she saw me getting feared by her. "Scared already? Don't be. You have a long way to go young boy." She muttered mocking me. "You don't look old enough to call me young boy, do you?" I answered back as I was not okay for her to call me young boy whereas she was herself a young lady. "You might have been right but it's not true... Don't judge the book by its cover, young boy. Numerous aspects are beyond your sights. Especially for those individuals who are in love." She replied, strangely motioning her hands in the page of the book.

He looks around also keeping his head down along with having his hood up. To say 'don't judge a book by its cover' is exactly what I did and it stand accurate. The inside was almost as dull and drab as the outside. The small 'mall' only held barley more than five shops from what I could see so far and maybe one cafe. In the main hallway stood two people, two males.

“It’s refreshing. Honestly. Do you even know me outside what’s written in blogs and tabloid headlines? What do you actually know about me?” He paused, still grinning. “There’s that old saying, you know: Don’t judge a book by its cover.” Ann hesitated. For a brief second, his tone had softened, laced with something unexpectedly real. Not charm. Not arrogance. Just… truth. She studied him, her mind spinning. “Fine,” she said slowly. “Maybe I don’t know you. But you haven’t exactly given me reason to want to.” “Touché,” he replied with a small bow of his head. “Still, don’t you want to know what I’m offering before you slam the door on it?”

“You're respected, but you're cold. I heard you are ruthless and don't hesitate when it comes to killing. But looking at you now, you don't seem like a person to me.” I chuckled dryly. Of course, I look soft, but he'll soon find out I'm not. “Have you ever heard of the saying that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover? I won't overexplain myself because very soon you'll find out that the rumors are true.”

She doesn't even wait for me to get out before opening her door and standing tall, looking at the front of the club with curiosity. “You look disappointed.” She glances at me as if surprised I called her out for the emotion visible on her face and lifts a shoulder. “I expected more, I guess.” That seems like a reasonable enough response, and I know it in my head. Club Red may not look like much on the outside, but that is a dangerous stance to take because the club isn’t about what's going on at the facade, it's about what's happening within. “Always dangerous to judge a book by its cover.”

she started. “That’s a whole lot of stress on ‘avid’,” I noted. “What can I say? I don’t take three months to finish a book.” I gave her side a playful jab with my elbow. “Whatever. Just answer the question.” “I was saying, I’ve learned not to judge a book by its cover because, for Gavin, that cover screams, ‘Run!’” I burst out laughing. “I literally had to tell him I had a gun, just in case,” she added.