Fanfiction Book Binding Novels & Stories

I stretch up on my toes and pull it out, and seconds later I succeeded like I always do when I put my mind on things. Sending a cloud of dust motes swirling into the air while allowing it for a moment to escape from the shelf, I blew the dust from the cover. There were no words printed on the front or spine, just a simple black leather binding cracking with age, and strange symbol I do not recognize.

“Laura… I… Can’t…Breathe.” “Crud, I’m SO sorry.” She finally released me but kept me in her arms just at arm’s length, looking me over. “I hate to say it Chicka, but you look good. Like, way good…” She trailed off while still inspecting me head to toe, I crossed my arms feeling a little unsure as to what was happening…almost forgetting the book I had in my hand, and for the first time since leaving the library I took the time to inspect what Mina had handed me. “Shifters” was the titled, I bit back a snort, real original title. The book was bound in old leather and the binding had seen better days, the pages stained in yellows and almost browns. Some of the pages seemed to be bent over with

Nothing major, just something to drive him the teeniest bit crazy. Like how she leaves books laying on the coffee table, opened and face down to mark her place, rather than using the bookmark that is tucked in between the last few pages for safe keeping. He sees the multicolored tassel hanging down and yet she persists in laying the book down to mark her place, messing with the spine of the book. And to make matters worse, all of her books are wrapped up in those colorful book covers that young school girls put on their textbooks to make them feel prettier. He can imagine that she has the holographic notebook and the scented glitter pens to match.

The fantasy she'd described in her application but hadn't been sure she could actually handle. "Green," she said firmly. "I'm green." "That's our girl," Silas said with a grin, pulling her onto his lap. She sank down on his thirteen-inch cock with a moan.....he felt different than his brothers, hitting different angles, creating different sensations. Silas gripped her hips and started thrusting up into her with steady rhythm. Then she felt Damien behind her, his hands spreading her ass cheeks, his cock pressing against the opening Xavier had already prepared.

My thinking is that I add an authors note a the end of 'book' 1 so to speak and re-write the synopsis to advise any new readers that it will be 2 books in one. Alternatively, the other idea I had was to just have a longer book, but I don't want the length to scare off new readers. Thanks in advance! :)

Chapter 154 Summoning Gone Wrong. Lila’s POV My hands shook as I finished drawing the last line of the summoning circle on my old apartment floor. Candlelight flickered across the creaking wooden boards, casting long shadows that seemed to look like they breathe on their own. The air smelled like sage, blood from the small cut on my finger, and my own sweat. I was just an amateur witch. A curious girl who spent too many nights reading forbidden texts online. Tonight I wanted to summon something small. A minor spirit.

I turned the sketchbook over and looked at the small mark embossed in the bottom right corner of the back cover. A maker’s mark. I took out my phone and searched it. A workshop in Florence. Handbound to order. Family run for generations. The paper sourced from a mill that had been making it the same way for two hundred years. They took commissions individually. Each book made once, not reproduced. Waiting list: eighteen months. I looked at the price. Read it twice to make sure. I put the phone face down on the table. Eighteen months ago I had not answered a single Good morning.

There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others. Dante moved up behind her and gripped her shoulders, kneading them gently just as her fingers tripped over a copy of Dante Alighieri's The Divine Comedy. "You read a lot." "I do," he said. She slipped her fingers onto the shelf surface, her fingers making a mark in the thin layer of dust there. Just as she began to turn, she noticed another mark in the dust, as though something normally sat there but had been moved. "Why don't you," he began, pushing her back against the shelf, making it teeter slightly, "go take off some of these clothes while I change the sheet

She rocked back and forth on her heels, a nervous smile twitching along her lips. I want to laugh, but I remain professional. I’m supposed to be an expert in all things seduction and sex. I can’t break my cover now. I gently spell out her name before writing my unique yet generic as all h*ll personalized message. After that’s done, I scrawl out my signature, ‘G. Blake’ and close the book once I know the message won’t smear. I slip into the first few pages, a business card, a special bookmark, and a couple of stickers before I place the book in a printed small tote bag. A final touch of an art print of the main characters, and I then finally hand the bag to the reader. Nice and quick. Only ni

Her back and joints were stiff, her eyes were hurting from the non-stop reading, and she had already sneezed way too many times from the dust. The book she was reading now was a huge, oversized volume with thick leather binding, cracked along the spine. It probably weighed ten pounds, and was at least twelve inches wide and long. She had it opened to the middle of the book, and each page she turned crackled with age. The pages were thick, so much thicker than those of modern books, and yellow with age. It was a physically gorgeous volume, published in 1661, interspersed with hand-drawn illustrations, some of them in color. Caitlin turned the pages with the utmost care as she went, not wantin