Flowers Book Cover Novels & Stories

“It’s obviously either red or yellow, I don’t know of any grey muted colored flowers, the center even looks black.” I plant my butt on the grass next to him, “this is Crimson Beebalm,” I touch the petals, “this one is bright red but they can be a lot darker than this. Red is,” I take a second to think as his smile makes my brain short circuit, “hot, intense, and even dangerous. But this flower is all talk and no show. It’s edible and used for medicine,” I tell him as I begin to pluck some of the flowers out of the earth. “I’ve never had a color described to me,” he admits with a smile of appreciation on his face.

After a moment, Richmond paused the flipping, gesturing for me to come closer. "Sam, come look at this." he turned the book to me. Surprised, I blinked slowly as he showed me a pictrue of a small flower arrangement with a single rose with a old stem. "It's nice." I told him. He nodded, giving the planner his book back.

This novel is owned by Ailana Misha Please, don’t copy and remake! Summer had come, the cold of winter seemed to disappear when the change of season began on December. Many types of summer flowers bloomed in this hot weather, even a lot of people had already scheduled outdoor vacations on weekends.

The book has a black leather cover and on the center of the cover, there is a glass bulging bubble that's filled with some kind of red liquid. Please don't be blood. I bend to pick up the book and stumble back a bit. It's heavy and I lug it into the room kicking the door shut with the back of my heel before moving to sit down on my bed. "Who left you at my door." I openly think as I read over the cover. Elgadah Furrucci presents. Advanced Spells and Enchantments. English translation. The words are printed in italics across the cover. I run my hand over the cover and I can feel the light layer of dust on it. My hand stops at the glass bubble and I avoid touching that part.

"Mrs. Cadell, please don’t look down on me just because you’re richer than me. The only reason I kept Liam was because I couldn’t bear aborting him! It was just a coincidence that Mr. Cadell recognized Liam!" Cassiopeia glared at her icily before heading back upstairs without another word. She decided she no longer cared what Freya thought of her. Freya could claim the title of Mrs. Cadell if she wanted to. She returned to Anya's bedroom and started packing right away. Every item in the room was infused with Anya’s scent. She was going to take them with her. When she spotted a picture album that Anya had placed on the table, she reached for it and flipped it open. It contained family picture

She selected one, her fingers tracing the intricate pattern of a coiled serpent. "I have a new task for you, Anya," she said, her voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial tone. "A task that requires a certain… delicacy." She opened the box. Inside, nestled on a bed of black velvet, was a single, dried flower. It was a small, unassuming thing, a pale blue blossom with delicate, star-shaped petals. But its scent was faintly sweet, with a subtle, cloying undertone that spoke of something unnatural.

“I want a cover like this. Not a famous face. But honest emotion.” “Then,” he said, “you’ve already found your direction.” I moved to a row of large shelves filled with modern novels. Most of them had beautiful, eye-catching covers. I picked up a black book with a minimalist design and looked at Liam. “What do you think?” I asked. Liam raised an eyebrow. “I think it’s too dark for your book’s theme.” I chuckled and put the book back. “That’s what I thought.” We moved to another shelf. I picked up a book with a cover of a woman in a white robe staring at the horizon. “This one?”

It fit her the way things fit people they were not made for, swamping the shoulders, the sleeves rolled multiple times at the wrists, and she had pulled it down as far as it would go as though maximizing the coverage of it. Her hair had come free from whatever she had fastened it in and spread across the pillow. Not the flat mousy brown Reineck's report had described, not in this light. Something richer, the low ambient light of a room in the small hours doing what low light did to colors that had been suppressed during the day, finding the undertones, the warmth that the harsh practical light of interrogation had apparently not revealed. Something reddish. Hinting at it. The kind of color t

’ ‘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

It was Rosie's - as Lilo calls her now- room. She lied on the white, twin sized bed. The covers were hugging her little form as the AC was on. To Calix, she looked like a delicate flower more than ever. An angel, even. He carefully approached the bed and sat in a cushioned seat next to her. His fingers caressed her soft cheeks and tentatively hovered over her slightly chapped lips. He could never deny her beauty. That would be considered a sin. No matter how little he wanted her, he wouldn't lie about something so obvious.