Novel Cover Page Design Novels & Stories

It was not all, the cover was the eyes of werewolves. My brows furrowed in keen interest as well as something I can't name settling within me. Without thinking further, my hand took out the book and the front cover showed the face of werewolves with its eyes glowing in a golden hue. I brushed my fingers on the cover, mesmerized by the image. It was delicately printed and made.

It had a dark green cover embossed with a phoenix totem from the game "Embers of Myth" That was the first version of the game's logo, which I had spent 36 sleepless nights designing. Penelope had it printed on the cover. The notebook held all my design sketches, which she had carefully collected, hoping my dream would come true. I paused when I reached the seventh page. There was a sticky note next to a photo of me wearing glasses and writing code. It read, "Today, Edward sounded so fierce when he scolded the planners. The revised plan was ten times better. How could there be such an adorable genius?"

“I was good with doing the four dates. I thought it was going to be fine, and it would die down, until you put me on the book cover. How the fuck did you get it done so fast? How? I asked a friend of mine in publishing, and they told me covers take months and months to approve.” “It a special favor my editor called in with her boss. Her boss loved the new cover so much they halted production and went with it. Come on, Cruz. The cover is smoking hot. It’s sexy even. You should be proud to be on the cover of a Perris Brooks novel. My last five books all hit the top five in contemporary romance and sci-fi romance.” “Proud? Did you see the life-sized cutouts? How did you get them all printed so

Cover photo by DESYGNER. Cover design by WINIFRED REGINALD. |This book is dedicated to my Mom and sister Mrs Rita Reginald and Ms Ella Reginald,who basically inspired and supported me all through from the head start. Contents Prologue: The beginning Chapter 1: Messing with Mr grumpy Chapter 2: Payback gone wrong Chapter 3: The unexpected bombshell Chapter 4: A whole lot of crazy Chapter 5: Didn't they tell you that new york bitches are savages

It was an infinity sign with a howling Wolf's shape in the centre. Strange. Looking up, I move aside the books to feel my heart thud in my chest. There was a book.... behind all the books lined in front. And hope rises in my chest. Extending my hand, I move my hand behind to have my fingers touch something velvety. It has to be it.... Pulling it out, I smiled. Seeing a book covered with red velvet colour. The design I saw earlier, drawn in the centre. Much bigger than the earlier one with the words written on the top.

She wandered up to one of the shelves and ran her fingers across the books worn spines; they smelled of dust and age. The books looked essential and historical. Nueva pulled a brow leather book from its neat row. The front cover had beautifully intricate designs etched into the aged skin, and a thin leather string locked the book's covers. She gently untied the knot and flicked through the aged yellow pages; Eira stirred inside her head. Nueva couldn't understand the language; it looked complicated and old, but the hand-drawn pictures drew her in.

It's a novel, one that isn't part of her literature class and the title- 'One night with the playboy' "A night with the casa nova?! Seriously?" She jolted but quickly recovered and looked at me with a shy smile as she closed the novel, bookmarking it with her pen. God! Whatever that story is about clearly isn't age appropriate and what sort of story cover is that? Shouldn't stuff like that be censored? More importantly, how on earth did she get those sneaky little hands of hers on that? I did see a familiar signature on the left top side but where have I seen it before?... oh, now I remember, it's Lisa's.

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

Just more proof that Noah was a rich kid through and through. I snorted, reaching for the last book on the bottom shelf. It was placed weirdly from sight and it seemed to be wrapped with brown paper. Curiosity got the better of me and I ripped the paper away, wanting to see what book it was. Probably some first-edition Charles Dickens. But when I turned it over to look at the cover, my eyes widened. Two shirtless hunks tangled up together stared back at me from the cover. It could have as well been a cover for gay p**n.