Stories Book Cover Novels & Stories

Without looking to Owen for confirmation, I say, “We do. Please, explain.” She opens her bag and removes a few tattered paperbacks. The spines are unreadable, they’ve been cracked in so many places. One is missing a cover. All of them have a forest of neon tabs jutting out from their sides. I hear Hannah’s audible gasp of delight and admiration. I’m surprised she doesn’t ask for the brand, style, and inventory number of the tabs. “Our pack is so obsessed with the story of our origins, that we ignore the story of our ending.” She opens one of the books and it lays flat, pages perilously close to falling out. There’s a woodcut illustration of Fenrir devouring Odin.

Pieces of lives she didn’t live, but could step into for a moment if she wanted. She paused in front of a small sign taped crookedly to a shelf. Stories for the Lost. Her lips curved despite herself. “Fitting,” she murmured. She scanned the titles, her eyes catching on a worn paperback with a cracked spine. The cover was faded, a sunflower sketched in uneven lines across the front. It looked loved. The kind of book someone had carried with them through seasons of their life. She reached for it at the same moment another hand did.

“I am the king. What I want becomes law. The council will bend… or they will disappear.” He continued feeding me slowly, piece by piece, while asking quiet, genuine questions about my life — my family, my hidden fears, the erotic novels I secretly read at night. Each gentle question made something warm and terrifying bloom deeper in my chest. When the plate was finally empty, he set it aside and pulled me down with him once more. He wrapped his massive body around mine protectively, one large hand resting possessively over my lower belly, as if already imagining it swelling with his child.

"ASHES TO EMPIRE: Breaking Free from a Legacy of Violence" By Jaxon and Isla Winters. We each took a copy. Held it. Felt the weight of it. "We wrote a book," I whispered. "We really did." The cover was beautiful. Simple. Powerful. Dark background. Our title in bold letters. A phoenix rising from ashes. Perfect. We sat on the couch and read it. Cover to cover. Every word we'd written. Every truth we'd exposed. Every moment of pain and healing. It was surreal seeing it in print.

He places the stack on another empty table. "Here you go, Miss Anna. If I may advise you, I suggest starting with this book here," he points to a red book with gold lettering. "It's about the division of the packs. Then go to this book here," he points to another book with a green cover. "This one is about the old kings and the once-powerful Luna of Mooncrest, and then the rest is up to you." Powerful Luna? I give Zahir a sincere, enthusiastic smile for his tips and dedication in fetching all these books for me.

EMMA My body was still trembling, thighs slick with our mixed juices, when Sarah lifted herself off me. Her face glistened with my cum, lips swollen and shiny. I lay there on the couch, naked and panting, my perky tits heaving, my shaved pussy still pulsing and leaking from the intense orgasm she’d just given me. Jake stood beside us, his thick cock still half-hard, glistening with the last drops of his own release. The sight of his cum streaking across Mom’s ass and my thighs made my clit throb all over again.

THE NEXT STORY Sofia Friday. Finally, the week was finally over. It felt like it dragged on forever, leaving me craving a little indulgence. As I stepped into the library, book in hand, I inhaled the comforting scent of old pages mixed with a hint of citrus from the cleaning supplies. A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race.

I stared at the book cover and saw something weird. On the top left side of the cover of the book, was a sticker of something blue... Once I recognized it my eyes widened. It was a...smurf sticker? I double-checked and saw I was right. The smurf sticker was staring back at me, a big smile on his face. He was jumping, happy. I got the other series to check if there were other stickers also. Alas, every single one of the books has different stickers of smurfs doing different poses on the top of the book covers.

] A picture of her holding a book to her face was sent. Lei stared hard at the cover. It almost looks the same with the one he was holding at first glance but upon closer look, it was actually different. Their style and vibe was differing completely. The one in his hand gave off a slightly softer vibe with a hint of romanticism, belonging to most cultivation novels. The one on his sister’s however, was completely dark with no signs of romance in it at all- just looking at the cover will make you take a glimpse of how dark it is inside. Their only sole similarity that made them look alike at first glance was the color of the robes, both guys on the cover was wearing, and the fact that they bo

' I thought as I remembered the book that I had read. The book was about the legendary Queen from before 5-6 centuries, and the front cover of the book was a white female wolf growling at the moon. "This isn't what it looks like, right?" I heard someone say near me, or should I say Carla before she growled loudly.