The Outsiders Novel Covers Novels & Stories

Turning the cover for me to see he said, “So this is your favorite book, huh?” Wondering what had him looking so sly I focused my eyes on the cover and I immediately felt a rush of heat flare through my body. The cover had a picture of the naked anatomy of a man and woman embracing each other sensually and the title read, ‘100 ways to spice up your life.' “If this is what you were here searching for in the library then I don’t think I have any problem,” he laughed patronizingly, and flicking through the pages he stopped at one and reading the words on it he continued, “Try being intimate in random or unfamiliar places-”

Of course, this exercise book is now in Winston Barrymore's hands. The two words on the cover are clean and handsome, but they are indescribably sharp at the tick. Thise were several times on the front to correct the date of homework, and turning over was painting. In the end, even the front was graffiti. Winston Barrymore didn't believe it-intuition told him that it was wrong, because Jane Hilton's world space was white, but every blank was just right to make people unable to find a mistake, which was the biggest mistake. But this is just like Jane Hilton's ID card. his age and name are perfectly in line with the facts. Even if he goes to the police office, he is also from an orphanage.

I whispered. I stepped closer, the herb’s sting already making my skin prickle even through the cloak. My hand shook as I pulled the book down. The cloth burned my palm, but I didn’t let go. “Shit,” I hissed, clenching my teeth against the pain. I ripped the cloth off, throwing it aside. The sting didn’t stop, but when I looked down, my heart stopped altogether. The leather cover was old. Dark. Stained. And burned into it was one word.

I had never been inside a room like this in my life. Stone City didn't have rooms like this. Stone City had shops with paperback novels piled outside for five naira each. Worn covers. Missing pages. Stories that other people had already touched and left behind. This was something else entirely. I moved to the nearest shelf. Ran my finger along the spines without pulling anything out. Just reading the titles. Feeling the texture of the bindings. I stopped at one. A thin volume. Dark blue cover. No image. Just a title in faded gold letters.

I can’t believe what I'm seeing right now. "Fuck, it's already released?" I asked in disbelief. I could not stop my hands from taking a copy of my book. The cover of this book is very familiar to me, it was me and Zie but our faces are cut, Zie's naked body is the only thing I love about the cover as if he's compelling you to grab the book and buy it. "Yes, it was distributed the other day at different national bookstores," Zie informs me. I stared at my book again, it's really beautiful, the cover was hardbound so it seemed like it was just like the international books that were released.

The woman asked, trying to change the topic while still maintaining the fake characters we had taken. "Yeah I did! The front page has a picture of something resembling a plant or an animal. I can't remember what it looked like again." "If you mean the cover, probably one of each. If you mean page one of the story, a plant." "I mean the cover," I said. "Then probably you were looking at To Walk Above A Dark Street. The cover has a painting of a hand holding a flower." "I see."

She mocked. I smirked and just quietly sipped my coffee as she ordered our lunch. I roamed around my eyes and I can see the students chatting with their friends, a group of varsity who are hitting on a beautiful girl and a nerdy students that only know how to face their books and solve mathematical problems. But my eyes stared at the group of students who was holding a book. My brows furrowed as I stared at it. The book cover contains...pictures of some animal. Everything stops when I saw a wolf in the book cover!

she said, handing it to Sally. Sally found it hard to mask her disappointment. “Oh,” was all she could say looking at the battered green cover. It had an old woodcut on the front, showing a hare by a riverside, looking up at a smiling moon. The title, printed in crude block letters, was Highways, Havens and Highlands by James Hendry.

“So… what have you been basing any of these searches on?” Clay clicked his tongue, sapphire reopening as they peered down at the book he held firmly in his palms. The cover was vibrant and white, a pure echo of the boy’s hair that it was intended for. The words on the pages, lengthy and descriptive but left enough mystery to hook you within its next pages. Without even noticing it, he had been comparing the novels to the boy on the receiving end without realizing. “I suppose… I went off my own tastes.” He answered vaguely, much to the other teen’s obvious confusion. Drew’s popular face slack with puzzlement that left a few girls that walked by giggling with mirth at his expense.

Charlatans! The back room was large. He searched, until he found the book, he searched for. The book was massive, covered in a thick layer of dust. The cover was locked with a handle that was shaped like a figure with elongated arms, he forced the lock. Nothing happened, he wasn't losing hope. With one movement of his hand, he removed the layer of dust.