Journal 3 Cover Novels & Stories

The contents thumped and it was kind of heavy. “Open it, silly boy.” With great vivacity he ripped the paper from the box and peeled away the tape that secured the edge and looked inside. He gasped as he brought the book out of its cardboard confines. “I know that you will never be able to replace the one that got messed up, but I thought maybe you’d like another one,” Sebastian said in a light, perhaps nervous tone. Jaxsen stared at the authentic camel leather binding of the journal in his hands and couldn’t breathe. The covers were textured under his fingertips and he could tell the paper inside was recycled. Just like his old one.

And there are a thousand things to do to prepare for the onslaught I suspect we're about to encounter. He's left the copy of Intown Voice on my desk. I know I should throw it away, but I can't help staring back down at my picture. The image they selected for the cover is even worse than the one accompanying the article inside. How many awkward candid shots did Asher capture of me? I look desperate, anxious, weak. Why couldn't they have chosen the one he took of me standing proudly in front of the wall of our students' art in the gallery? A Story of Desperation and Dirty Deeds, it says. I flip open to the article. I only skimmed it back at the diner, but now I allow myself to read every singl

Placing the journal back on the desk, I picked up the one placed beside it. It was a rather peculiar one. It's cover felt as if it was made of tree roots as there was green moss on them. I opened it as my eyes scanned the contents. My soul felt a strange connection to the journal. The handwriting was so similar to mine. I didn't realize but a smile had made its way to my face as I flipped the pages of the journal without reading. But, then my eyes stopped at that one page as the journal dropped from my hand and fell to the floor.

"A journal." "Rory's journal." Added the Deputy. "Go to the first page." The journal was leather bound, flower designs were embroidered on the covers and it had her initials on the bottom left corner. My eyes wandered to the police, asking if it was okay to open it and they nodded. What I read on the first page sent chills down my spine. My name was written repeatedly on the first page until there was no more space. It could've been any Eloise out there, but my full name was written there.

The person on the cover page of this issue was a business tycoon, and his identity proved the authority of this magazine. When she flipped to the third cover page, she saw Emmitt's handsome face clearly displayed on the cover. She could no longer hide her smile. She never thought that her photography was so good. Furthermore, this female reporter was very cooperative. She made a small layout of Cassius, elder brother of Emmitt and the CEO of the Trevino Group. The two brothers shared the same frame. Madison and Bennett did not understand until they saw their boss smile. Finally they knew the secret.

Isla said, handing me the magazine, “You didn’t just make the headlines; you are the headline.” The magazine cover featured a blurry, wide-angle shot of me from the gala, my mask gone, my red lips in a smirk, looking confrontational as I stood over the three women. The text screamed: "RHEA GARCIA: ANOTHER CRAZY WOMAN SHOWS HERSELF IN SOCIETY.”

I didn’t get the chance to answer him, because the study door opened again, and one of the archive guards came in half out of breath, holding something wrapped in a strip of cloth like it might crumble if he breathed on it wrong. “Alpha. We found this behind a collapsed shelf in the restricted archive. No title. No author.” He set it on my desk like it burned to hold. “I thought you’d want to see it before anyone else did.” I unwrapped the leather cover myself. The journal’s pages were brittle, most of them blank, decades of dust settled into the spine. Only the first page held any writing at all, a single line, the ink faded to rust but still legible, still deliberate.

Anna naturally knew about the matters between Harmonia and Luna. Upon hearing her question, she responded promptly, “Terran Construction spent thirty million dollars for this cover. I agreed after considering that nothing would be affected since it’s July, anyway.” Magazine covers have always had the saying of ‘Golden September’ and ‘Silver October’, with the September and October issues being the most crucial. “Thirty million dollars for a magazine cover in July?” Harmonia chuckled coldly. Absalom’s compensation was truly a generous gesture.

Hence, the advertisements were mostly from international brands. "Hey, look at this. I got the samples and the magazines will be shipped out all over the city this afternoon!" Peace pulled out the magazine samples excitedly and handed a copy each to Hilda and Sonnia. The man on the cover was Nathan Clemon, and below him was the title, 'A Phoenix Rises From the Ashes.' Nathan's picture on the cover was extremely handsome. He looked more mature and wiser than he used to be, and his eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life. It was as if he could see through you, and it was easy to lose yourself in those charming eyes.

“No emotional speeches yet. Sit.” She pushed me gently onto the bed, which I now noticed was covered in blue and silver pillows. “You’re not allowed to cry until after cake,” she said sternly. I let out a shaky laugh. “You’re unbelievable.” “I know,” she said smugly. She grabbed one of the gift boxes and handed it to me. “Open it.” I stared at it for a moment before carefully peeling off the wrapping. Inside was a journal. It was beautiful, a dark blue leather, slightly worn at the edges, with a silver crescent embossed on the cover.