Smile Cover Book Novels & Stories

“Hello.” “....” Silence. There’s no answer from across the phone. “Yeobseyo.” “....” Suddenly the caller hung up. Tiara just fell silent while staring at the phone screen. Weird. “Is it trying to scare me?” Tiara put the phone back down. Her hands are moving to clean up the old book. The book with the cover of ‘The Power of Darkness’ has a unique shape. The carving of roses with minimalist style on the cover looks real. Tiara’s never seen a book cover like this before. She tried to open the book, but it couldn’t open.

She'd seen a harmless man, smiley and friendly. "Then I should be the evidence of the saying 'Don't judge a book by its cover'. For all you know, you might be talking to a highly wanted criminal. A child abductor." He chuckled but the lady didn't seem to find the joke. A sad mask appeared on her baby face then came a smile of pretense, "as humans, we can't help but judge a book by its cover. You'd agree with me that some covers actually represents what the book is all about, you know that?" she corked her head, "Mason, isn't it?"

Zack has a weird look on his face, I think it's called a smile. Weird... ___________________  Vote Comment Wear a fucking mask! Oraclia is the currency and 水 is the "symbol" ~星星 That's my name!😝 Name revealed... Side note! The picture above (top) is a book written by xzxunknownxzx I referenced a place earlier in this chapter which is originally from Mafia Servant. Chairlow is from Mafia Servant and PLEASE read the book! Goodness gracious it's amazing! I swear to whatever you believe in you won't regret it. 😉 MAFIA SERVANT BY xzxunknownxzx

She raised her hand and with her index finger she brushed the books, reading their titles. There were some that said "satanic pacts" others like "the call of the devil" "the forest and its hidden side" "small town legends" "werewolves and the full moon" and the last one said "Wisconsin Cases". Camila took out that last one, the book was big, it had a red cover with the image of the town itself. But that image was in black and white, as if it was taken years ago.

“The coffee. Did it cheer you up?” She snapped out of her immoral thoughts and blinked severally very fast, grabbing the cup with shaky hands and bringing it to her lips, looking away from him. Damn! She needed some control over her mind. He watched her bring the cup up to her lips to take a sip and noticed her smile slightly behind the cup, noticed her darting eyes, as well as her nervously shaking fingers. She sighed and placed the cup back down, giving him all her attention now like she had not just thought of him lustfully, and she smiled, a kind of smile that sent the totally opposite message of what she had been thinking of earlier.

But I knew some hill folk—especially a hoodoo man named Clive Hartley—who could read Latin, so I put it aside for later. I looked back into the box and of course, that’s when I found it. The book that’s caused all this trouble. The Way of Ah-Tzenul. Course, that’s not what’s printed on the cover. There’s a picture of some sorta tribal man squatting down with both hands raised to the sky etched into the cover and traced in silver. Otherwise, it’s a plain-looking book, all bound in pebbly black leather.

She was looking at the sealed cover of a book that she had picked up. Who would wrap a book with a plastic cover nowadays? The illustration on the cover was of a famous historical figure. Jane simply flipped through and was stunned by the contents. She quickly flipped back to the front page. “Chinese Sign Language? An idiot like Moses would never read this kind of book, so it must be from the other guy. Moses did not know what she was looking at. He stretched his neck and saw the cover but did not find anything strange. He giggled and said, “This is Blake’s book, isn’t it? He must have forgotten…”

Not wanting any moment, Carol suggested, “Alpha, I think all the answers are there in the book. You need to find it.” Emerald regained some senses and calmed his racing heart. Finally, he was close to finding his Grandma. “Where is it?” He asked bluntly. “I… it was in the castle back then. The book is a huge one and has a very strange-looking cover with nothing written over it. There are some splashes of blood over the book and an extraordinarily unique dagger is tucked in its cover with some dried flower petals glued to its handle. This will help you find it.” Carol summarized the cover of the book for him.

But when she pulled it free, her breath stopped. The book was unlike anything she had ever seen. Its cover was bound in leather so dark it seemed almost black, though in the right light it shimmered faintly with hues of deep crimson. Strange symbols—curved, jagged, and foreign—were etched into its surface, pressed deep into the hide like scars. No title marked its spine. A lock, thin and ancient-looking, sealed its pages.

I stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"