Harlequin Romance Novel Covers Novels & Stories

“Nothing. Just… an interesting choice.” I looked down at the book, confused. Then my eyes went wide. On the cover was a man with no shirt and big muscles. A woman was pressed close to him. Their lips were touching. The big, bold title read: “Desire’s Embrace.” My face turned red all at once. I had bought… a romance novel.

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Artemisia had briefly forgotten that that day wasn't normal, she's starting to realize, and think, that maybe she's not the one who's going crazy. The girl approached the shelves and Helga's voice danced again in her mind. "The navy blue cover book will tell you a story, I can't tell you which one, only the book is entitled to that." Artemisia didn't understand, but soon found the book near the second door. It was a heavy book, but not as thick as expected. It had a glow reminiscent of sunbeams touching the greenish water of a river or lake. It also had nymphs drawn on the cover and side of the leaves.

Look closer. Her gaze settled on a particularly weathered book tucked away near the corner. Its cover was simple, but a faint embossed design caught the light - a pair of intertwined wolves beneath a crescent moon. The image sent a shiver down her spine, and her fingers tingled as she pulled it from the shelf. She opened it carefully, the pages crackling with age. The script was ornate, the kind that took a moment to decipher, but the accompanying illustrations made her breath catch. Drawings of wolves with hollowed eyes and jagged teeth, their forms twisted and monstrous, filled the margins.

The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71. I found the second shelf on the case and scanned for my next book. Book thirteen had a cover of deep purple. I frowned at the woman looking up at me, scanning over her tangled fiery curls, the cinnamon freckles across her nose, and the way her emerald eyes seemed to twinkle at me from the cover. Her hair and eyes were the only familiar thing about her. My face was a bit rounder than hers, and definitely held a bit more baby fat. Her cheekbones were high and her lips full, conventionally beautiful in a wild sort of way. I felt that twinge of guilt as I looked down at the cover. “Sasha Burnette, Game 51.”

"Swear what?" "Come on, don't talk about it. Maybe this is my fate. So, you really don't want me to do your housework? I'll give you a 50% money back guarantee. If you don't like the design, I'll refund 50% of the cost. How about that?" "Your office is so cool! You can give a guarantee like that?" Yara laughed. "It wasn't my office that gave it. Om Ranu is not that good. The guarantee is from me, don't worry. I'll pay for it, as long as you don't tell Om Ranu."

Thinking about that beautiful moment ,he kept smiling foolishly and was blushing furiously. The last period got over and it was time to go home but Cole kept sitting with his red and smiling face. Seeing his extremely red face Rose became worried because she thought that it was because of playing under the sun, so she lifted her hand and touched his forehead.However, suddenly Cole froze in his position and forgot to breathe which made him cough continuously. Seeing him like this Rose became even more worried and started patting his back which made him even more embarrassed and he started coughing more furiously. The students who were leaving with their bags were all speechless seeing coughin

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

It took him an hour to figure out how it works hahaha. He soon turned the book over to check it's title. On the cover, among the pretty colorful gems and butterfly designs is a title of bold golden letters that brought a sudden shiver to his body. 🌹Ruby and Aurelius🌹

Its cover bore a sigil she recognized from his ring a crescent moon entwined with a wolf’s head. She nodded obediently, but curiosity clawed at her like an itch under the skin. When he left the room, she stared at the red book until the shadows grew long. Then, unable to resist, she touched the cover. The leather pulsed beneath her fingers alive. The latch came undone with a soft click. Inside, the pages were filled with hand-drawn diagrams of moons, human anatomy, and wolves mid-shift bones cracking, bodies half-transformed. Beneath one sketch was a name scrawled in ink: