Novel Cover Novels & Stories

The need to have something that belongs to her in my hands overpowering the need to wrap them around his throat. Bart tries a few more numbers while I study the novels stored carefully in the old bookcase. I recognize a lot of fantasy books, some historical novels and a lot of romance novels. My fingers caress the backs of the novels until one in particular speaks to me. 'Tears of Tess.' I caress the front of the paperback. The cover is simple with the middle half of a woman on the front and the title crossing it. I flip it over and read the blurb. My eyes skim over the text as a small smile plays across my lips when I finish reading.

As he grabs the orange books, he feels the hard cover and runs his hand on the embossed title – The Darkest Minds. He notices a weird symbol on its cover, it doesn’t seem to be out of the ordinary. A book has got to have an interesting cover, hasn’t it? As he opens the cover to explore its pages, something falls out – it was a bookmark. He picks it up from the floor and he presses it at the very back of the book to lessen the chance of it falling again. He feels the pages and one can tell how expensive the printing must be on this book. It doesn’t feel like ordinary paper. It is definitely something a bookworm will appreciate for the rest of their life. It's to bad, he got his hands on the s

Touched and angry at the same time. Touched that he'd cared enough to think about what I'd want. Angry that he'd been planning my imprisonment. I pushed those complicated feelings aside and kept browsing. The fiction section was extensive. Mystery novels. Thrillers. Fantasy. Literary fiction. And romance novels. A whole shelf of them. I pulled one out, curious. The cover showed a shirtless man with tattoos and a woman in a provocative pose. Very dramatic. Very over-the-top. I flipped it over to read the back.

"The cover is exactly right. The cream color. The specific typography Patricia chose for the title." "What does it look like?" I said. "Like the inside view of something that cost a great deal and produced something real," she said. "The cover is the green dress. Not literally. The color is the color of the green dress. The specific emerald that you wore to Marlowe's and to the gala and that you gave to the Brooklyn shelter." She paused. "The woman who collects it from that shelter is going to walk into her custody hearing in a dress that is the same color as the cover of a book about what the other side looks like."

I mumble, heading to my office. I sit down in my chair and put the book on the desk. I look closely at the cover and realize it isn't leather, but some soft dark skin, more on a fur than the normal boom cover. My guess would be some.random animal with fur but I think sime fur isn’t smooth as this. I turn to the first page and mutter a curse under my breath. I read the tiny scrawl with widening eyes.

Marcus wasted no time, spreading out several mock-up book covers. "The publisher loves the passion angle," Marcus explained, pointing to a new design that featured a stylized, romantic image of a couple, a dark-haired man and a blonde woman kissing in the rain. "The new press release frames the book as being inspired by your whirlwind romance. They want to rush the release, capitalizing on the engagement buzz. It's brilliant, Sam." I forced a genuine smile, feeling the weight of the new lie settling on my professional success. "It's certainly fast. I like the cover."

And I sent a photo to Chriss," Claudia said suddenly. I wrinkled my forehead? "photo? What photos? Did you send a photo to Chris without my knowledge? Where's your cell phone? Give me your cell phone "I said. Claudia suddenly wore a tense face. "Hey, calm down. I'm only sending cover samples for your newest book. like this." Claudia reached into her cell phone and showed me a sample of the latest covers. A woman who is afraid of humans in the form of a wolf. That's how the cover looks like "give me your phone" I grabbed the phone. I deleted everything werewolf related. "Grisella? What are you doing?" Claudia protested

It fell to the floor, landing face up to reveal the title: "The Dark History of the Maximillian Kingdom." My heart immediately started pounding when I saw the name on the cover. Shit! Why was a book like this in the library?

The great, iron-bound cover of the Chronicles of the New Era did not sit beneath a glass display in the deepest vaults of the capital, nor was it sealed with a final, unyielding lock of administrative magic. Instead, the massive book rested open on a wide pedestal of unpolished sun-marble in the very center of the Grand Plaza of Genesis. Its pages were not made of paper, but of thick, shimmering sheets of woven light-lines that rippled and turned on their own whenever a new day broke across the unified worlds.

I look up. "Your mother tells me you've been reading a lot." He nods toward the book I'd left on the kitchen counter when I came down — Finn and Fiona, face up. "What is it?" I got the hardcover on the way here. "Just a novel," I say. He reaches over and picks it up before I can say anything else, which is a small violation presented as casual interest. He looks at the cover. Something crosses his face, there and gone. "Romance," he says.