Journal 3 Cover Novels & Stories

LILY One morning, Henry walked in with a thud that nearly rattled my coffee. A mountain of glossy magazines landed on my desk. I blinked at them. “Good morning to you too.” Henry only adjusted his glasses. “You should read the cover stories before you step into the boss’s office today. Consider it… context.” When I tugged the first one free, my stomach knotted. Jake’s face stared back at me from the cover. Dark suit, arms folded, smile practiced. The bold headline screamed: “The World’s Most Eligible CEO: Why Jake Ryland Remains Off the Market.”

I was busy reading the back of a book from an author that I never heard of before while Jenny was looking at the magazines. “Oh my gosh!” I heard Jenny exclaim softly. I rushed over to her with the book still in my hand. “What?” I asked. “Look at this! This is about you and Ellis!” Jenny exclaimed softly as she handed me the magazine. I cocked my head in confusion. “Why would it be about us?” I wondered. As I looked at the cover of the magazine, I could see a picture of me, Ellis, Carl, and Bethany on the front. I could see Bethany standing up and pointing at me with her finger.

I see has Monique raises her eyebrows and furrows them. “Wow, that’s kind of a long time. What is going on there that you need to cover? And what about that kid you’re following the promising basketball player.” She places her pen on a notebook she has open in front of her, I glance down it looks like some kind of journal unless our org has upgraded to lilac lined notebooks. “I have to go do a 24/7 cover on Alex Stone.” I say glumly.

She felt that any photo here could instantly crush the photoshopped pictures of those other celebrities. She was unable to give any professional input and let Sully decide by himself. In the end, Sully discussed with the team and agreed that the main theme would follow the one with the impactful red-blue background. The style of the whole magazine would follow the cover. Three days later. The cover was released overseas first, and the Medianian website was the first to share this matter. At once, it caused a considerable ripple in the fashion world and on the internet. [OMG, Harvey is silently up to such great things. He looks so sexy on that cover page…]

My curiosity immediately got the better of me, and I walked toward the table with a smile. "For me?" He nodded, "Open it." I carefully removed the wrapping, and the moment I saw what was inside, my face lit up. It was a journal. Not just any journal, but a beautiful one with a deep purple cover, the exact shade I had always loved. I ran my fingers over the smooth surface for a moment before turning toward him, still holding it in my hands. "Is this for me?” "Yeah.” I laughed softly. “But, why are you giving me a journal?"

I cover my mouth with my hand to stifle another yawn. Despite being incredibly tired, I decide to jot down the recent events in my personal journal, my confidant that I made myself. The design is beautiful, the cover is a velvety hardcover with an image of a butterfly, in gradient colors of pink, blue, and yellow. The journal is completely covered, giving it the appearance of a small bag with a zipper. I end up falling asleep, and as I shift to my side, the journal slips from my lap.

my own mother speaks for the first time since I entered the room, having a pained expression on her beautiful, still wrinkle-free face. “No honey, it’s not that…when I found that journal, nothing happened as I touched it. But now…” That gives me an idea. I want to test something. “Grandpa, could you come here near the desk please?” I say as place the journal on the desk carefully. I need to craft a cover for it…the design it’s too exposed, and I don’t want anyone to find out about it yet, outer my inner circle of trusted people. “Try and touch it again this time.”

Also, the leather has a glossy texture that catches the weak lights in the room. This journal is beautiful. But the contents are probably also dangerous. On the cover, there is no title. Also no decoration. Just plain shiny black leather and a clasp holding the pages closed. Gently, I open the clasp and lift the cover. Next, I turn to the first page, my hands trembling slightly. On the first page, the first thing I see is a short paragraph written in a handwriting I can recognize anywhere in the world, even in my sleep. My mum’s handwriting.

Like they were trying to hide it. I reach for it, tugging gently. It’s stuck for a second, then pops free with a little puff of dust. I blow on the cover and instantly regret it, coughing as dust fills my lungs. I use the sleeve of my gown to wipe it clean, revealing an intricate design beneath the grime. Swirling patterns etched into the silver, like vines curling around a full moon. It doesn’t have a title. No author’s name. It looks like… a journal.

Rudolf picked up a large gray folder and sat across from me with a confident smile. “Ready?” he asked. “Ready,” I replied, even though my voice trembled slightly. He opened the folder and pulled out a thick sheet of paper with the final cover design. The moment my eyes landed on it I went silent. The cover showed the silhouette of a woman standing between two worlds, one side dark and fractured, the other softly glowing with gentle light. The colors weren’t excessive; the gradients were smooth, elegant, and emotional. The title font was modern yet warm. Everything blended together perfectly, as if it was created to reflect my story of someone who fell again and again, but still rose every ti