The Outsiders Novel Covers Novels & Stories

“Please recommend which one you think is the best.” Darien looked carefully though his back before pulling one out. The cover depicted a city landscape and a man’s silhouette overshadowing a skyscraper. “I think you would like this one. It starts out bleak, then it carries on to a happy ending.” Zach accepted the book and opened it up with anticipation. He might as well read something decent knowing it was the last good thing he was going to read before confronting his email inbox the next day. He lost himself in the story in the first ten pages and didn’t look up until he felt something heavy hit his shoulder when he was midway through the book.

~IVY~ It's another day in the library and Roxie is pretending to read about the anatomy of werewolves while I think of the Ebon Testament. I eye the cover of the book warily. “You know, if you keep using that book cover for all your erotic novels, someone is bound to suspect something.” With her face entirely hidden by the book, Roxie asks, “And how will they notice?” “Won't it be strange that you've been reading one book for straight three weeks?” I ask. “A werewolf anatomy book nonetheless. You should change the covers.”

Nyra’s POV I sat on the bed and placed Elaine’s book in front of me. For a moment I did nothing else. I just looked at it properly. In the library it had felt old and important. Here, on my bed, in this room, it felt stranger than that. More private. More dangerous. Like it did not want to be mistaken for a random old text preserved for curiosity’s sake. It was thick and heavy, yes, but now that I was alone with it I noticed more. The cover was not ordinary leather at all. Up close, the texture was wrong in a way that raised the hair on my arms. It had a faint pattern under the dark surface, not visible at first glance but there when the light caught it sideways. Not wolf hide. Not cow leath

Nina was already too focused on the large, beautifully bound book on the table to even notice my weird movements. The outdoor patio at Marcelline’s was perfect. The sunlight filtering through was soft, and then white tablecloths fluttering gently, the elegant hum of other diners around us. But all I could focus on was not wincing. Nina pushed the lookbook toward me with an excitement that was very contractive. “Look at this.” The cover was stunning. High-quality, almost museum-piece level, with that unmistakable Off-White energy. Virgil Abloh’s early work.

"The cover is exactly right. The cream color. The specific typography Patricia chose for the title." "What does it look like?" I said. "Like the inside view of something that cost a great deal and produced something real," she said. "The cover is the green dress. Not literally. The color is the color of the green dress. The specific emerald that you wore to Marlowe's and to the gala and that you gave to the Brooklyn shelter." She paused. "The woman who collects it from that shelter is going to walk into her custody hearing in a dress that is the same color as the cover of a book about what the other side looks like."

The books cover seemed to have been made from wood and at the top of the cover was crafted an insignia that Edward knew too well. It was their houses symbol. Edward opened the book and different insects ran out of the open pages and unto his hands. He dropped the book on his saddle and tried sweeping the insects off his body while his uncle laughed on. "It's not funny, Uncle Baton," Edward said with a frown as he flicked the last insect, one that he assumed was some kind of ant, from his hand. "I'm sorry," Baton apologized, still chuckling hard. "It's just the instant look of fear on your face when they crawled up--"

She was still pondering her escape when David's door opened again. Fortunately for her, her eyes were still shut, so he didn't catch her. Seconds later, she felt his strong arms lift her up and her head rested on his chest. He was shirtless! She was sure she had smeared some vomit on his chest and arms, but she didn't mind. She wished she could open her eyes and get a better look, but that would ruin her disguise. She had only seen him shirtless in a photo on his social media, and his abs were so...

Just more proof that Noah was a rich kid through and through. I snorted, reaching for the last book on the bottom shelf. It was placed weirdly from sight and it seemed to be wrapped with brown paper. Curiosity got the better of me and I ripped the paper away, wanting to see what book it was. Probably some first-edition Charles Dickens. But when I turned it over to look at the cover, my eyes widened. Two shirtless hunks tangled up together stared back at me from the cover. It could have as well been a cover for gay p**n.

I would be a fool to let them take my money to support someone else. … When I returned home after meeting with the bank president, it was already 11:00 pm. The house was completely dark, and no one bothered to check on me even when I came back so late. They were all fast asleep. I stumbled in the dark while heading back to my room. As soon as I opened the door and tossed my handbag onto the chair, I heard a piercing scream. Surprised, I hurriedly turned on the lights. I then saw Madeline crouched by the cabinet where I stored my jewelry and watches, her arms thrown up to protect her head. She was wearing my jewelry around her neck, ears, and wrists.

As he grabs the orange books, he feels the hard cover and runs his hand on the embossed title – The Darkest Minds. He notices a weird symbol on its cover, it doesn’t seem to be out of the ordinary. A book has got to have an interesting cover, hasn’t it? As he opens the cover to explore its pages, something falls out – it was a bookmark. He picks it up from the floor and he presses it at the very back of the book to lessen the chance of it falling again. He feels the pages and one can tell how expensive the printing must be on this book. It doesn’t feel like ordinary paper. It is definitely something a bookworm will appreciate for the rest of their life. It's to bad, he got his hands on the s