All Too Well Bookstore Novels & Stories

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“Do you think the bookstore next to Wixon still has it?” Valencia leaned on the kitchen counter near the sink, tapping her fingers on the ceramic surface. “Yeah, trust me the last time I visited that bookstore down on 2nd street was 2 days ago. it was a recent visit so I’m sure they still have a few left in the Non-fiction section.” The voice on the phone said.

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Xandar’s hand never left Lucianne’s waist as he led her out through the elevator doors, and as soon as they turned around the corner, Lucianne halted in her steps at the sight before her. “Woah.” She muttered as her black orbs sparkled at the sight of the large space filled with endless shelves of books. As she adjusted to her surroundings, she took small steps forward to look around. The carpeted floor absorbed any sounds of footsteps, making the place quiet enough to read. The lights lit up the place enough to give it a sophisticated look. The music playing subtly in the background puts one in a mood to relax and dive into whichever book held their interest. Lucianne’s eyes snapped back to

“If you stop me from walking into any other busses I’ll point you to the store.” I hadn’t meant to go there, but if I walked by it I would have undoubtedly entered. It was one of the biggest bookstores in the city and a personal favourite of mine. They sell books on any subject you can think of, and they even had a nice second-hand part in their shop that allowed me to actually buy and sell books there. We walked there together, just making random conversation. I learned that his name was Lewis and that he attended university here. He was a very nice guy, so I had no problem when he asked for my phone number, even if it felt a bit odd seeing as I was pregnant.

**** The bookstore is well known throughout Indonesia because of its branches everywhere. Like now, Alsava is rarely interested in Best Seller shelves because they are often deceived by stories that promise to make crying and laughing together. What else is read by millions of people from an authoring platform. It is as if the promotional words on the cover of the book only explain that the contents of the book do not believe that in oneself.

“No one is sending any one to hell. We are meeting in fifteen. Reach as soon as possible.” I hung up the call. I wished that I knew what this was about but as far as I was about demons they were never going to let you know something until you really were needed to know about it. Finally we reached the bookstore. It was named beautifully. Books and Blues. Well for people who did not know the irony would not understand it but it was a good business and Hannabelle was an astute businesswoman. And I did not know but I was sure that something was up with the coffee of this house which would only mean that she had magicked the place in such a subtle manner that people flocked here for the coffee a

The first stop was a bookstore—new to her, with high windows and an owner whose glasses were always slipping down his nose, the kind of place where you can hear paper breathe. “You said the library needed new friends,” Mazzo said, nodding to the shelves. “Pick them.” Sasha did not go to the one she and Nico had used as a rendezvous. She named a different address across town and watched him agree without reading the subtext out loud. Already she felt her spine loosen one vertebra at a time. Inside, the bell over the door made the polite sound good bells make. Stacks leaned like well-mannered towers. A cat slept in a sun puddle on the back table, pretending to be staff.