Novel & Cerita Red Rising Book Cover

Back to the front cover. Kenneth gave me this book as a present. For drawing purposes, I know it's a sketchpad with white blank papers. Just ordinary... Yet now, I'm witnessing with my own two eyes how the plain abstract cover erased its colors, transforming into something red with cursive design at the center. Written in thick italic letters, THE BOOK OF STRINGS wrote itself as if there's an invisible hand with golden ink writing them. If I'm in my right state of mind, I would have screamed, tuck my tails, and bolt to ask for help. But I did nothing of those...

I look through them, deciding to take a few of them back to my room, and am about to leave when a book on a shelf adjacent to where I was searching sticks out to me. It’s the color of the book that first attracts my attention. The cover is a bright ruby red on one side and emerald green on the other. For some reason, it’s pulled out slightly, as if it wants to be noticed. Or, I suppose, more logically, the last person who read it didn’t push it in all the way. I can’t help but wander over to it, abandoning my other books on the top of a low bookshelf so that I have both hands to check this one out.

I smirked. “Yeah, this is hot,” Raghu spoke, drooling over the cover. Both Sri and I knew that he was not admiring the girl featuring on the cover. He was drooling over the bare-chested man whose body was shining like diamonds. “How do you read this and not get aroused?” Raghu enquired. “It’s personal,” I spoke, getting red in the face. How could I tell how aroused I was feeling just now but had no one to share that arousal with! I snatched the book and hid it in my bag.

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I reply. He grabs a book on the bedside counter, and I recognize the cover. Chasing Red by Isabelle Ronin. A lot of things have been removed from my room. “She was fire, and I wanted her to burn me,” he reads on the cover. He sits on the bed and pats on his lap. I pull my lower lip between my teeth and walk towards him and sit on his lap. He wraps his arms around my torso and places the book in my hands. “What do you love most about reading?” he asks, and rests his chin on my shoulder.

“I was where there is no signal, I’ll be going back there after I get a book.” “Really? And where is that?” He asked, stopping in front of a shelf that had adventure written on top of it. My eyes began to search for the perfect adventure book. “The campsite that’s not so far from here,” I uttered, picking up a book. “Red Rising. That’s a good one.” Riley said, smiling widely. “I’m glad I picked a good one,” I answered, walking back to the counter to make payments for the book. “Oh, you don’t have to pay. It’s on the house.” He hastily said from behind me, causing me to halt.

It was the antidote to the smell of smoke. "Did you finish the story?" Clarisa asked, pulling back to look at Serena’s face. She reached out a small hand and touched a smudge of soot on Serena’s cheek. "You have dirt on your face." Serena wiped her eyes, laughing through the tears. "Yes, sweetheart. We finished it. And the ending... the ending is going to be very beautiful." Haris knelt beside them, picking Clarisa up and hoisting her onto his shoulder. "Hungry? I heard there’s a chef inside making pancakes."

Angela’s high pitched voice hit everyone’s ear like a bomb. They came out of their boring searching and rushed to her side. Miles was happy she found it and gave her a quick peck. Her cheeks flushed with red. She was nervous and surprised. That was the last thing she expected from him. Maybe she needed to start finding more things. Justin took the book, heading for the table. He placed it on it, flipping the book open to the first page. The cover of the book was a beautiful looking woman, holding a wand the color of cinnamon with a golden persimmon placed at the top of it.

Drowning in a sea of fruity bubbles and warm vanilla, appreciating the comfort it was bringing me. As I let my body soak, I peered through the thick fog that encased my bathroom, gaze settling on a book that laid nearby. The cover was a dark film of gray smoke, streaks of midnight blue and black dancing through the haze of gray. A pair of golden colored eyes peered through the smoke, gleaming dangerously at those that gazed at the cover.

Harry began to protest before a butterfly, out of nowhere, appeared before their eyes. The Alpha couldn't suppress a grunt as he noticed the blood-red patterns on the insect's night wings. _ Bloody leeches," Till grumbled. Harry reached forward with one hand, and the insect seemed to let out a shrill scream before twisting in painful spasms and crashing into the young man's palm. Then, slowly, the wings stretched into the shape of black parchment where elegant gothic writing in red ink formed. _ Good evening, dear Alpha of the Red Moon, I beg you to excuse the absence of my offspring at your side for your arrival on our beloved Land.