How To Cover Textbook Novels & Stories

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.

I sat down on my bed picking up my phone only to be interrupted with a knock on the door. "Who is it?" I yelled, my voice tinged with irritation. "It's me Mr Remington." Corrie's voice boomed from the other side as a sudden jolt of warmth crept to the tip of my shaft. "C-come in." I stuttered as the door opened. I rise up as she let her self in shutting the door behind her. She held a piece of paper in her hand, extending it over to me. "These are the list of textbooks that Herod would be using. The one at school is too difficult for him to understand." She said as I paced towards her, grabbed the paper and only having a quick glance at it.

I waste no time finding a seat in my most preferred spot, far behind the shelf of books in a concealed and quiet corner, and open up my text book. Five seconds in and I re-read the first line to understand better. Ten seconds in and I’m not grasping anything. A few more seconds and I give up, admitting to myself that I cannot focus. Not to sound like a nerd but reading textbooks is one of the few things that could easily distract my mind when stressed out and now, it’s not working. Just kill me right now. I groan, dropping my head onto the pages. Now, what am I going to do?

"Do you have the secondary textbook for Elemental Science, cutie?" Josie’s breath hitches loudly. A dark, crimson flush surges up her neck, staining her cheeks bright red as her wolf ears twitch violently against her hair. She buries her face in her small hands, her heart hammering so hard against her ribs I can hear the pulse from two feet away. "Oh my god... your voice is so low... you can't just call people that..." I tilt my head, genuinely puzzled by the reaction. I just wanted a textbook. Josie hurriedly shoves a heavy, leather-bound volume across the wooden desk, her fingers trembling slightly against the cover. "H-here! Take it! Just don't look at me like that!"

Then he took the textbook from me as I slid it toward him. “Alright,” he said, his tone shifting back to business. “So, where were we? Surds and decimals…”

I wish Bella was free like her. Nevertheless, Bella continued; she borrowed my textbooks, explained how we derived an equation, the solutions and answers, she gave more examples.. looked at our faces if we were getting what she was solving and if our looks isn't still satisfying, she will then pick more questions and solve, explained in different elaborate ways in the best ways she can... This time, I got the solutions right... I think I understand the topic too. I secretly wrote down a question from the textbook and solve it without letting any of them know about it.

He breathed out. I moved back away, when his hands let go of my waist, I felt my cheeks heat up profusely, awkwardly biting my lower lips as I avoided his gaze. “Uhm, l need to get a textbook,” I informed him, feeling anxious as I turned away from him and continued my search. “What's the name? Let me help you,” Kayden offered as he got beside me. “A statistics textbook,” I told him. “Oh okay,” Kayden and I checked the shelves for the textbook, I was beginning to wonder if someone else had already borrowed the book.

Spread open on his desk was his physics textbook, filled with perfectly organized notes. An opportunity instantly presented itself. I pointed at the pages and praised enthusiastically, “Bro, your notes are incredible! The handwriting is neat, the logic is clear—seriously top-student material.” Just as I leaned closer to keep reading, he suddenly snapped the book shut. The rush of air from the movement brushed across my face and lifted my hair slightly. Wait. Compliments weren’t working anymore? Instead, he looked strangely nervous. I lowered my head to look. The book was completely closed now, leaving only the cover visible.

he said. A few scattered responses followed as he stepped forward. “Take out your books and turn to Chapter 25.” The sound of pages flipping filled the room. Placing my book in front of me on the desk. I then opened it, my fingers moving automatically as I turned to the chapter. “I’d like for you all to fill these out while reading the chapter,” Mr. Cole said, moving between the desks as he placed a packet in front of each of us. Once he finished, he returned to his desk and sat down.

She threw it on the table. “Try this.” Her eyes twinkled as if she was confident that it would answer me. “What is this?” I was about to take off the false cover, when she swatted my hand. “Don’t take off the cover. Just open the book and you will see the title on the first page.” “I wrote it down.” She added. I followed her instruction. I turned the make-shift cover, and saw it on the top of the first page. It was written using a red ink and the hand writing was impeccable.