Fanfic Book Binding Novels & Stories

The book I was currently opening was larger than the rest, bound in black leather that had cracked and split over time. I flipped through the pages only to freeze when a heading popped out at me. History of the Dark Bond.

Goryo said as he stretch his arm to get it from the corner. “That’s the book I saw the last time, it seemed old.” The general scan the book, narrowing his eyes to get a better look at the cracked cover made out of leather. “Let me see it.” Goryo handed the book to him. He flip the cover to see that the thread used to attach the papers together was almost ripped apart. “Excellent way of making a cover. I guess the one who made this knit it for strong attachment.” The general runs his fingers on the edge of the book as he flips every page creating an air that brushes his face.

The need to have something that belongs to her in my hands overpowering the need to wrap them around his throat. Bart tries a few more numbers while I study the novels stored carefully in the old bookcase. I recognize a lot of fantasy books, some historical novels and a lot of romance novels. My fingers caress the backs of the novels until one in particular speaks to me. 'Tears of Tess.' I caress the front of the paperback. The cover is simple with the middle half of a woman on the front and the title crossing it. I flip it over and read the blurb. My eyes skim over the text as a small smile plays across my lips when I finish reading.

The History of Literary Criticism. "Huh," I laugh. No wonder it's never been read. It sounds incredibly boring. It's so beautiful, though, that I can't resist pulling it down off the shelf and carefully flipping open the cover. And that's when I understand why this book is different. It's not a book at all - at least not a functional one. All of the pages have been glued together, and a block has been carved out of the middle, making a perfect little nook in which to conceal something. There's something inside - a small, roughly rectangular bundle wrapped in plain cloth.

Each of the four posts of the bed had a ring attached to them, and he tied the ropes to the rings. He handed me the cuffs and said, “Put them on your wrists and ankles.” Fear coursed its way through me at the thought of being tied down for someone whom I’d only been on three dates with. It didn’t matter though because my mind couldn’t fight my pussy’s desires, and I slipped the cuffs over my tanned skin. “Now lay down on your back, spread-eagle.” His voice was dripping with lust and excitement, and it transferred to me. I felt a river of pussy juice run down my leg as I laid down on the bed. He

He gave me one more warning growl and walked out of the room. I felt uncomfortable as I tried to pull the dress up to cover my boobs but nothing was working. I felt so exposed as the gown tightly hugged my body with my boobs slightly exposed and my thighs exposed by the slit. “What are you doing?” Zane growled as he glared down at me from the door. “This is too much. I can’t go out wearing this” I said with an exasperated sigh and his face darkened as he walked closer to me and pulled me into his chest.

Twilight was upon us, and I settled myself more comfortably into the window seat. I pulled the book Luna Carla had given me out of my worn tote bag. It had no title on the front, and was bound in a plain, faded purple cover. It was handwritten, rather than printed, with neat, slanting penmanship that had clearly been laboured over. I flicked through it idly, and then I began to read.

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...

Crystal muttered, smiling as she was led by Angelica to sit by the nearby desk, a few steps after passing the 3rd row of shelves. Angelica placed the book down with a thud before holding the hardbound cover of the said book and flipped it open, the contents revealing printed images with words citated beside or under the photos. The pages itself seemed to be slowly darkening due to oxidation and time. The pages were fragile as if they will be torn just by a mere mistake of flipping them in an unruly way, which explains Angelica’s delicate actions.