Journal 3 Cover Novels & Stories

he began, "that a student from the Faculty of Bioinformatics has published a Compass paper in 'Science' as the first author!" The Science journal has three major sections: Science News, Science's Compass, and Research. As soon as he finished speaking, the room erupted in gasps. "Oh my God! Did I hear that right?" "Is it the 'Science' I'm thinking of? This is… insane!" "Who from our faculty could it be?" "Must be Joli, right? He's already published there before, so it wouldn't be a surprise." "No wonder he's my idol! Joli is simply unbeatable!"

Mains said, running his fingers over the cover where the text was, "this came from onbe of the crates from the old town hall storage. There are two more in the corner, I'm much too old to be lugging crates of books all arounmd the joint." I was halfway across the room before he could finish his sentence, gathering both heavy crates under my arms and shifting under their weight as I carried them over to our work bench. I slid one over to Mains and took on the task of sorting through the other myself, carefully piling papers and charts together. My fingers brushed along the bottery soft leather of the spine before my eyes had registered on it, and I pulled out the identical journal from my cra

They just finished their training when I arrived here. "No, Mami Fin. I'll focus in the Starlight first. Maybe after the fashion show abroad, I will accept their offers." Mami Fin smile because of my answer. "Thank you, hija. Anyway, here's the original copy of our last month magazine," she handed me the magazine and my eyes widened because of the cover photo. They used the picture of Axis and me at the cover. As I unfolded it, I couldn’t help but marvel and smile. The photos were all good and Axis looked like a professional model at any angle. How did he do it?

I immediately perked up at this news. Casper was the editor-in-chief of Bus Daily, a magazine that was like our bible in the business world. It shared everything a business person needed. From share values to stock market predictions, they wrote it all. If I was being honest with myself, that was partly the reason I became friends with Casper and I suspected he knew. "Which competitor?" I asked, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. "Uh-huh." He shook his head. "I'm not telling you until you have that drink with me."

Positive *click* I positioned my body for another pose. I tilted my head while flashing a seductive look. I slightly opened my mouth and cocked my body towards the camera. *click* “Great job, Cian! Now move closer to your partner!” I lifted my gaze to Jacob. He pulled me softly ‘til our bodies touched. I cleared my throat when a memory flashed through my mind. I am wearing Ivory’s main design for her lingerie brand which will be released next month. I will be the cover for a magazine for next month’s issue too.

There was one particular box that had piqued my interest, and that was one of books and a journal. The journal in particular caught my interest. The cover was a thick leather, with etchings of the Tri-Moon carved into the front. There was a leather tie that circled around it, making it feel very ancient. I opened it, cracking open the first page where I saw a beautifully handwritten note, “In all of our world, there is no love for me like yours, In all our world, there is no love for you like mine. My dearest Charlie, You were made for me.

"Nothing. Just time. Just continuing to choose each other every day." "I can do that." "Me too." Later, as we got ready for bed, Jaxon showed me something on his phone. "The publisher sent the final cover design." I looked. It was beautiful. Simple. Powerful. "ASHES TO EMPIRE: Breaking Free from a Legacy of Violence" by Jaxon and Isla Winters. Our names. Together as co-authors. "It's real," I said. "It's real. Just a few months until publication." "Are you ready?"

She showed me the cover of the journal. “I am sure she was a great person who cofounded this pack. I read about her in pack’s history.” I said tracing the leather cover. I could feel its old age. “This journal contains her life’s most secret chapters and only few people have access to read it. Now, I am giving this to you so you can learn about her and how she backed her mate to expand and strengthen this pack.” She said and placed the book on the table. I looked up at her. She wanted to say something else and it was just the start of a long conversation.

When she opened it, old journals tumbled out—some of hers, some belonging to the brothers, each marked with faded leather or embossed initials. One, in particular, caught her attention. The cover was navy blue, worn at the edges, and bound with a string. Kandrix. She hesitated, lips parting. A part of her felt she was intruding. But the other part, the part of her that had been lied to, silenced, and made to doubt herself—urged her forward. She opened the journal.

Zara's POV Despite the buzzing in my ears, I forced my hands steady and tried the third vault. It obeyed. The door sighed open and inside lay a journal swaddled in aged velvet, like a relic waiting to be unwrapped. “Of course, another journal,” I muttered, then slipped it into my arms. It was enormous. I opened my bag, but even the large one I’d brought barely swallowed the book. I jammed it in anyway, grateful the velvet cushioned its bulk.