Tuck Everlasting Cover Novels & Stories

When my shaking fingers lift it out, I read on the front, "Becky and Rob" When he manages to calm me down, he says softly, "Turn it over." On the back it says, "2/14/2011 Until Forever". Oh my God, I'm a basket case. Lots of kisses and tender hugs later he says, "Now you have to open it." When I do, I see a picture of two cartoon characters kissing, and he chuckles, "I'll let you decide what to put into it. But now, open the cover all the way."

Everlasting Love is a book that talks about the undying love of Emeka for Rose who was his school mates. It shows that destiny can never be denied, even though Rose never gave him a chance to prove his love for her, Emeka was still persistent and never gave up, Rose never accepted because of the obvious different financial status quo between them. While Emeka was from a rich home, Rose was from a poor home, as a result, Rose didn't want to associate herself with Emeka in order not to be seen as a gold digger.

Tonight was nothing special, nor were there any new information or stuff we didn’t know, and judging by the look on Arrow's face, none of us were too happy about it. “No offense Celeste,” Arrow started, dragging his feet to the nearest chair -which was a tattered and almost fully fallen apart chair- and slumping down with too much trust in that old chair, dust clouding off of it. “But I think you found the only one cool thing in this hel-” A tearing sound of fabric paused his voice and together we looked towards Chelsa, who had a brightening grin. In her hands was the red book cover, torn in two, and the original book cover was finally able to breathe after years of being hidden; in the midd

I pick up my book and look at the cover, holding it open so I don’t lose my page. The man on the cover is wearing a long blue military jacket with red trim and yellow trousers. The woman has on an elaborate gown and is leaning her head against his bare chest, her own gown falling down around her lower arms, her breasts spilling out the top like a melon cart that’s been tipped on its side.

Then he pulled one free and slid it toward me. Claimed. The title alone was a promise. The cover? Absolutely filthy—some poor wrecked woman and a man’s hand clamped around her throat in the most possessive, delicious way. My eyebrows lifted. "Subtle." Cameron’s grin was pure sin. "You love it." I opened the book slowly, fingertips trailing across the pages like I already knew what was waiting. And there it was. Tucked inside like a secret meant only for me. A black envelope.

Issac brought her hand close to his lips as he gently blew on it, and the girl watched his tender gesture with innocent eyes. Issac was such a gentleman. He put Band-Aids on the cut and put the things away. "Are you hurt anywhere else?" he asked as she shook her head, her eyes cast down. "Come, I'll drop you," he said. They stood under the shelter. Issac took off his jacket and draped his arm above her to cover her with a jacket like an umbrella. "On the count of three, let's run to the car," he said. "1."

By the time I got home, the night had wrapped the world in its dark embrace. That anonymous text on my phone was still there, untouched, as if it were waiting for me. I had not brought myself to delete it. [Mr. Jones, are you curious about Ms. Henderson's secrets?] Eight years of marriage, and the thought of Macie Henderson cheating had never crossed my mind. There was a fashion magazine on the coffee table with Macie's smiling face gracing the cover.

I was about to give up when my fingers brushed against something different. It was massive, bound in what looked like black, flayed skin, and heavy enough to make my muscles strain as I pulled it from its slot. It landed on the reading table with a heavy thud that sent a cloud of dust into the air. I wiped the grime from the cover, my breath catching in my throat. The title was embossed in faded silver script: Vampiric Death and Rebirth.

He spared her the manners, the phone still tucked at his ear and Scarlet at the other side. “Aunt Carol, could you describe the cover of that book you asked me to find the other day?” Emerald threw the question at Carol. Carol huffed and narrowed her eyes. She inspected Emerald's face and his phone. This was serious. “The book is incredibly old. Ancient. Like it’s the first book in the world. So old. The size is huge too. Empress used to keep it over the mahogany table. There is a dagger tucked in the cover smeared with some blood that is dried. But Empress never touched it again. There are some patterns of golden lines everywhere and rose. The rose is dried, but it is fragrant. It…” Carol w

Garren chuckled. We left the camp and headed towards our destination. Only three more days and we would be there. During our trek, I had finally learned what the Everlasting fire mark was. It was like a bond similar to what my parents had. But this was more potent. It made us more than soul mates. Unlike the mate bond, though, the farther apart we were, the more chaos it brought to the world. The more we fought it, the more it pulled us together until we were mad with lust for one another. But, in a sadistic way, I found relief in it. Found it satisfying to know I wouldn't be the only one going crazy.