Illustrated Romance Book Covers Novels & Stories

I asked, not sure what I was looking at. “A locket. Open it.” I handed the box back to him and parted the heart. I gasped at the interior. The rims were diamond studded and on the left side was a high school picture of us and on the right was a recent picture of us. My heart fluttered and my eyes watered the more I stared at how beautiful the locket was. I could even remember the memories from the pictures.

The cover was adorned with intricate, silver runes that shimmered in the light, and the pages were filled with stories, poems, and songs that Kie had collected from our adventures together. The book was titled "Whispers of the Stars," and it was a testament to the special bond between us. As I opened the book, the pages revealed memories, laughter, and tears we had shared, all woven into a tapestry of words that spoke directly to my heart. "Thank you, love, I love it!" I said kissing him too.

It was just the shadow of an animal or something. Walking to the cherry bookcases, she allowed her fingers to trace over all the beautiful book covers, surprised at the wide range of genres on display--mysteries, classics, even a romance or two. Her lips quirked up at that. She did not see Nicolai as a romance reader. Plucking one of these romances off the shelf, she retired to the incredibly comfy looking double armchair in front of the fire, intending to read for a few minutes before Nickolai got there and they could explore the promised bath together.

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.”

I had to try human food. I barely contained my squeal of delight when I saw the section titled ‘Romance’. I picked up a brand new book with a big human man on the cover, he held a princess in his arms like he was about to give her a passionate kiss. My heart beat a bit more quickly as I opened it up to sniff the pages. I smiled at the wonderful smell of the new book, so different from the ones that came from the library, but lovely in its own way. I knew that one was far outside of my price range, but I flipped through the pages until I got to the more interesting bits.

“Like this? You’re leaking all over my hand, captain.” “Keep talking like that and I’ll come too fast.” He kissed me again, sloppy and urgent, while our hands worked each other. Suddenly he spun me around, pressing my chest to the wall. His body covered mine from behind, cock sliding between my ass cheeks, hot and heavy. “Jax…” “Relax. Not yet.” But he ground forward, the length of him rubbing right against my hole. “Just feel me. God, your ass… been staring at it in those tight pants for months.”

One by one she plucked out to read from the back and surely, the front cover plays a huge role in her buying. She would blush at the provocative and alluring drawings of man and woman wrapping round each other. Other then getting addicted to books with sultry scene or stories, she was attracted by the depth of the stories itself that calls out to her. The passion between the two characers and their ability to withstand any obstacles around them as well as promising and loving each other with only the language of love that only they can understand. Ariadne adores such books. It didn't take long for her to roll back to her old habit of reading the book at the corner fo the wall, hidden from ju

Right there in his massive sitting room, under the distant glow of the city lights, he stripped his vest off her shoulders, leaving her entirely bare before him. He unbuckled his belt and discarded his trousers, his dark eyes locked on her body with a fierce, burning need. Roman gripped her hips, lifting her easily and pressing her back flat against the cold, hard surface of the marble bar table. The contrast of the cold stone against her burning skin made Mila cry out, her legs without thinking wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. "Roman, please..." she moaned, her head tossing back as his mouth traveled down her throat, biting lightly at her collarbone, leaving dark marks that wou

Turning the cover for me to see he said, “So this is your favorite book, huh?” Wondering what had him looking so sly I focused my eyes on the cover and I immediately felt a rush of heat flare through my body. The cover had a picture of the naked anatomy of a man and woman embracing each other sensually and the title read, ‘100 ways to spice up your life.' “If this is what you were here searching for in the library then I don’t think I have any problem,” he laughed patronizingly, and flicking through the pages he stopped at one and reading the words on it he continued, “Try being intimate in random or unfamiliar places-”

Grabbing a large one, I hide the test inside. Praying that my blush isn’t obvious as I giggle nervously I raise the book above my head. “I needed a break and wanted a new book, so I came over here and thought I’d try something different.” “Oh,” he looks at the title. Blinks twice, and then responds, “I’ve heard that one is pretty good.” I take a moment to look up at the book. On the cover is a picture of a woman wearing a dress with a torn bodice locked in a romantic embrace with a handsome centaur. The title implies something regarding the size of his anatomy and I feel myself burning in embarrassment.