Speak Book Cover Novels & Stories

Mrs Smith smilingly uttered which made Samantha halt in her reading and glanced at Andrea and Lori. The two also glanced at her meaningfully before they shifted their stares on their teacher. At the Library, Albert effortlessly lifted his hand on the top shelf on the 3rd row by the window getting a new book. The signage displayed 'Public Speaking' 'Communications' and 'Psychology'. "Speak Like A Pro!" he mumbled while flipping the pages in a haste. When he was satisfied with the book he chose, he put them on the counter and showed his ID. The lady Librarian checked it and smilingly gave the book back to him.

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 even have a notebook with me to take down notes. When it was over, I stayed in the library looking for a book that could teach me about what happened when the former Alpha Devon died. I instructed Anna to send the speech I made to Delta Robin and proofread it if there was anything wrong. I was stunned when I saw a strange book. Because it doesn't have anything on the cover page. Its cover page is just plain brown, and the papers used here are obviously old. I opened it and was stunned to see who its author was.

I wandered aimlessly between the rows of shelves, the soft shuffle of my shoes the only sound I could hear. The quiet was nice. It gave me space to breathe, to think. Eventually, I found myself in front of the romance section. The spines of the books were a rainbow of colors, each one promising a different kind of love story. My fingers skimmed across the titles until they stopped on a green book with a particularly beautiful cover. I pulled the book from the shelf, feeling the weight of it in my hands. The cover was soft beneath my fingertips, almost velvety. It was stunning, the kind of book you’d want to display on a shelf just to admire. The title, "BE MINE," was written in elegant gold

he waved dismissively at her, wishing the barista would hurry up and get his coffees to him and sincerely regretting ordering his PA one since it was delaying his return to the office. “Narnurs,” the woman shoved the book in his face, “the latest release from Perris Brooks. You’re Narnurs, right? You are on the cover of the book?” Realization hit him almost as soon as the dread did when he took the book from her hand and looked at the cover. His fingers clenched tight around the hard binding.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

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The book has a black leather cover and on the center of the cover, there is a glass bulging bubble that's filled with some kind of red liquid. Please don't be blood. I bend to pick up the book and stumble back a bit. It's heavy and I lug it into the room kicking the door shut with the back of my heel before moving to sit down on my bed. "Who left you at my door." I openly think as I read over the cover. Elgadah Furrucci presents. Advanced Spells and Enchantments. English translation. The words are printed in italics across the cover. I run my hand over the cover and I can feel the light layer of dust on it. My hand stops at the glass bubble and I avoid touching that part.

The title on the cover sent a chill down her spine. The Next Game Awaits. Her heart pounded as she carefully pulled the book from the shelf. Dust swirled in the dim light, and a strange humming sound filled the air. "Anna?" She turned sharply to see Logan standing behind her, his arms crossed. "You look like you've seen a ghost," he said. Anna swallowed hard. "I think... I found something." She opened the book, and to her shock, the pages flipped on their own. The words glowed, forming a message written in an ancient language.

Grinning at the child like boy zooming past the shelves, he shook his head before running to catch up. Skimming his eyes past the books, a small, blue one caught his eyes. It was hardback, with a fabric, satiny cerulean cover, small enough to fit in his palm. The title was simple, yet alluring, gracing the cover with an elegant font. "Hey, Rin. What do you think of this one?" Uriel waved the book in the air, watching as Erin lightly jogged over. Reaching his friend, he observed the book, face wavering with different emotions as he analysed it. "Well? What are your thoughts?"