Red White And Royal Blue Book Cover Novels & Stories

Colors blurred in his vision as his hands tore through the last of them—another red… a purple… and— His fingers stopped so abruptly the rest of the stack slid against his gloves. For a heartbeat, his heart did the same. There. Not Nochten red. Not the dull browns of local estates and their endless petty commerce. Not any of the familiar stamps that meant delay and procedure and more waiting. Royal blue. The color hit him like air after drowning—clean and violent in the chest. His shoulders loosened on instinct before he could stop them, the release so sudden it felt almost painful. The Postmistress’s shrill protest, the postman’s reaching hands, even the bite of winter at his throat—all of i

"Be careful. Don't cut the cover." "I have surgical precision." Cale slit the tape. He opened the flaps. The smell of fresh ink and paper wafted out. "Olfactory input," Cale noted. "Chemicals. Glue." "It smells like a book." Cale reached in. He pulled out a hardcover. It was blue. Navy blue. With gold lettering. THE BLUE DOOR A Memoir By Elion Marrow Cale stared at it. He ran his hand over the embossed letters.

at least her door step. "Yes, we've her boss"The girl froze when the person in the car spoke, she thought of following him them to find out what they were really planning on doing but a last thought of her mother made her close her eyes again, her mouth moving in great speed as she chant a spell and in a swift moment she was home,curled up on her blue couch. Her room was interior were all in blue,starting from her beryl blue armchairs,baby blue bed head board,her nice blue soft teddies,her Casey blue blanket,her midnight blue wardrobe everything was all blue and gorgeous.

He touched on the sensor with his index finger and then opened the door by twisting its knob. As we entered inside I gasped by the sight of his ...bedroom. Royal navy blue and grey velvety curtains, golden walls and chandelier on the ceilings. Navy blue carpet and headboard of his bed with the golden and blue furniture on the side. There was a dressing table on its right side. I walked forward in a daze to get more access to every corner of this beautiful room. It was a sight to see. It was not a black or white kinda combo like I thought considering his personality but it came out as an opposite. Indeed a Royal blue theme for a Royal king. I wondered who designed this.

But what catches my eye is s a stack of books I’ve never seen before. They are in several different shades of blue, but all covered in the same material. It looks like a leather but more textured, maybe another animal hide? They have the most beautiful gold writing on them and I am just simply, drawn to them. I want to sit with them and hold them, I want to stroke the covers and open them but not just read them I want to devour the contents of these books. It’s a weird feeling. I feel as drawn to them as I do to Leo.

I finally picked a book, my fingers trailing over the cover as I read the title. "The Duke's Heart" was written on the cover in bold, golden letters. I smiled, as I read the short description at the back. I loved romance novels, and this one seemed like it would be right up my alley. I opened the book, feeling the worn pages crackle beneath my fingers. The book seemed old, like it had been read and reread countless times.

This' where the meeting would be held. The small library at the wall is stocked with a few interesting books to use and pass some time. I pick up a book that attracts my attention, from a glimpse of it, I detect that it's a romance fantasy. The gold and red combination of the cover with the stylish golden fonts captivates me, the front has a young girl holding on her palms what looks like a magical spindle, with a glowing light around it. The title goes, "When you're alone." A subscript writes, "A supermodel story of the girl who single handedly achieves the most difficult goals."

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.

and "In His Arms." It's a section on romance. It's the only section with books in hues of sultry reds and blushing pinks. I reach for 'In His Arms' and pull it out enough to see the cover. Longing twists my insides at the vision of a shapely man holding a brunette in his loving arms, as the title suggests. They're naked. Their flushed bodies were wrapped haphazardly in a white satin sheet. "Are you looking for anything in particular?" Kade calls from across the library.

It's fascinating, and I really want to know more about it all. "I'm sure you'd like it." She places the book on the table in front of me and I smile at it. It's not so big but has a lot of pages and the cover is really beautiful with a golden rose drawn standing beside another rose, a silver one, but instead of sepals, they have a fire burning below them, and they are both rooted in a deep blue sea. Captivating burning roses with their roots in a deep sea, how artistic. PSYCHICISM is written in a weird writing that looks more like a drawing and my smile widens even more. How did she know this is just what I wanted! She really does have book powers.