Novel Title Page Novels & Stories

It says The Alpha King in the picture because I'm currently trying to get the book title switched to that! For anyone confused about why there are two different names. Happy New Year!!

I can figure it out from the cover of the book which has a bride and a man in a frock. I open it and my gaze flashes on her name handwritten on the first page which contains the author's dedication. She writes; "Bella's Copy" My lips curve up in a smile. Who the hell would do a thing like this? It looks like a new book and I wonder why she wrote her name on it this way. The title of the book is captivating and I never knew Isabella read novels too. I am thinking of stealing it away when the door to the bathroom opens and she comes out without seeing me.

Someone had not wanted the title visible. Clara pulled it out. The cover was dark leather, undecorated, with no text on the outside. She opened it to the title page. On the Recording of Iterative Experience: A Practitioner's Account. No author listed. No date of publication. The paper was old but not fragile, the kind of old that suggested it had been made to last. She read the first page standing up, alert for other people in this section of the library.

I haven’t got a chance to read that yet, I wanted to wait until after Axel and I spoke and than with everything that happened after we spoke, it’s just sat there. I walk over to the table and take my seat, the title in a faded gold colour getting my attention. This is a book which so many people are fighting to find, they will quite literally, kill for it! I place my hand on the front cover and pull the book open, the intense smell of the past filling my senses. The title page looking back at me, this whole event feeling so surreal. With a deep breath I turn the page, where I assumed chapter one would be looking right back at me, but it wasn’t. There was a little note from the author, which

Hello everyone! Sumi-yaah here, the author of 'What Page Are You On, Mr. Male Lead'. First of all, I wanted to thank you for all your support so far. Without you all, I wouldn't have the will to continue this novel at all. On that note, look at our new cover I commisioned from @JEIJANDEE on i*******m. She is a great artist and brought out what I think Heather looked like! What do you think of our new cover?

While I might not know many words yet, I know enough that I can read the title of this book. “The Story of Carnelia the Great,” I mumble to myself. Opening the book to the first page I see the name “Primus” scrawled in an uneven hand on the cover. So this was his as a child. I smile, thinking of what a little monster he must have been like as I turn to the title page. “CARNELIA” is hand-lettered in bold calligraphy. Underneath, is the image of a gold and red dragon, her body curled in the sky, replacing the sun.

I was really impressed by the beauty of the content. Like me, the title of the story is always at the end. He chooses that strategy too, even if it is weird. The title of the novel, The One Who Owns the Deadly Gazed. Remarkable indeed. Just the title alone makes me jealous. It is very attractive, and this is the title that will really get the reader's attention. Who is the author? Has this story been published?

The leather binding has fancy marks in it and has title imprinted on the front. "That first kiss." Ugh, from just the title you could tell that a teenage girl at the start of her puberty wrote it. I couldn't really tell if Nova's a girl or a boy, he wants to be called a "he" but then writes a full novel about a CEO obsessing over a girl. I don't know why Nova doesn't want to call it a book when it obviously was. Don't let the title fool you, the story slowly turns dark and twisted.

It's a book mark. Placing my finger on the red bookmark, I flipped the paged over to it and found a very new title in the middle, one that was not there before. Title: Queen Melody.

They should be in climate-controlled areas, not just thrown in the daily mail and shipped across the country. “Not sure what these are,” I say, picking up a few dark volumes. “And they’re covered in dust.” I blow off the cover, trying to dislodge the grime. “And no titles. Lovely.” I put them to the side, hoping to make most of our progress on the easily-categorized ones and then revisiting. “No title?” Ben asks, curiously, coming to look over my shoulder. “What about on the spine? Inside cover?” I pick one back up and scan the side. “It’s disgusting. We should clean it.” But I open a cover anyway, squinting at the small print. “A…. J… Nie-lan? Nillan?”