Fanfiction Book Binding Novels & Stories

Lucian slid the book to the floor and pulled me onto his lap and just held me, giving me comfort as everything hit me all at once. "I promise you that I will embrace you whenever you need comfort and never harm you or hurt your feelings intentionally," he growled low into the top of my head before kissing my hair. I laid my cheek against his shoulder and mumbled a soft thank you. I drifted off to sleep held in his surprisingly warm embrace.

A book with a leather binding. No diamonds. No large sums of money. No secret weapons or blueprints. Just a book. I felt stupid for a moment. Then I reached in and took it out. The weight of it was substantial and firm. The spine was strengthened with old thread and the leather has become smooth with use and age. I had never seen a single crest stamped on a cover before. A crown, dagger and an ember. All three combined to form a single horrifying symbol. I took my place at the desk and got it open. and started reading.

and I showed him the book I am holding. “Is that your story, right?” Syrel asked and she gets the book away from me. “What the heck. There is nothing inside” she reacted when she saw the content of the book. “It’s just a sample handbound of my story. Besides, where are calculating how we can put all of it in just one book. Look at it, it’s thick because it has 500+ pages” I explained to her. “So don’t expect that it has contents now because it’s just a sample” I added.

Yam sliced it open slowly, hands trembling. Inside was their book. “The Art of Staying.” Cover: a sunflower. A crooked shelf. Two mugs—one chipped. And behind it all, the suggestion of a fan, mid-spin. Franc stared at it like it might whisper back. “Feels unreal,” Yam said. Franc flipped through pages. Some with artwork. Others with Yam’s poetry. Their story—wired beginnings and all—now bound in matte finish. “I think this book breathes,” Franc said.

Not for them. For me. I stopped when something caught my eye, my fingers hovering over a familiar section of the shelf. The same place I had taken the herbal book from before. My hand moved without thinking, pulling another book free, the leather cover worn and aged like it had been waiting far longer than I had been here. I wiped a thin layer of dust from it with my palm, my eyes scanning the title slowly. Binding. The word alone made something in my chest tighten slightly. I stared at it for a moment longer before opening it carefully, the old pages shifting softly beneath my fingers. The scent of aged paper filled the air as I flipped through the first few pages, my eyes moving over the w

And moments later, a thick leather-bound book fell in my hand. *THUD* "Urgh!" My right hand couldn't hold the whole book up so it fell on my right foot. "Goodness! That hurt so much." I held my right foot with both my hands and winced in pain. Why is that book so heavy? After a few moments the pain slowly disappeared. I finally took the book from the ground and opened it. The leather binding has fancy marks in it and has title imprinted on the front.

I whispered, grabbing the thick leather spine. I took it over to a nearby wooden desk and sat down. I carefully lifted the heavy, iron-bound cover, and the moment it fell open, the book reacted. The pages began to flip around wildly all by themselves, a small gust of wind whipping past my face. My eyes almost fell out of my head as the parchment blurred. So cool, Eva chimed in, her voice full of awe. The frantic flipping suddenly stopped, the book settling heavily onto a page near the center. Written boldly at the top in dark, ugly handwriting were the words: Non-Mage Bonding and Lineage Purity.

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.

She didn't startle, which surprised him, she looked up slowly, unhurried, the particular composure of someone who had decided, somewhere in the last several days, to stop flinching every time a member of this family caught her doing something she shouldn't. "The binding's already compromised," she said. "Someone rebacked the spine at some point, badly, with the wrong adhesive. It's drying out faster than it should. Gloves wouldn't save it at this point — the damage that matters already happened decades ago." She closed the book carefully, with a precision that looked less like guilt and more like habit, and set it back on the low shelf exactly where she'd found it. "I wasn't going to take it

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