Back Of Beyond Bookstore Novels & Stories

" … The next day, I booked a flight to Emerald Rise. Standing on their streets, surrounded by strangers and unfamiliar faces, I felt like I could finally breathe again. 'So, as it turns out, it isn't so bad to travel alone after all.' I pulled out the travel itinerary I had carefully prepared and explored the place like any ordinary tourist. When I got tired, I'd stop and listen to people around me tell their stories. Only then did I realize—everyone in this world carried their own burdens. Around a corner, I unexpectedly ran into Elias. I froze for a moment, then walked right past him like a stranger. He grabbed my arm, so I turned back. His eyes were red. He stared at me with that familiar

The atmosphere in the penthouse thickens, heavy with the scent of pine and rain—the unmistakable musk of an Alpha who has spent too much time in the wild. Lyon’s reaction is visceral; the strategist's composed facade has more than just cracked. Whether he is prepared to voice it or not, Adrian knows his revelation—the raw truth of his past—has struck a chord deeper than any media headline ever could.

I had noted the back, where the fiction was, and the floor-to-ceiling shelves under the yellow light, and the specific shelf with the Cs that I had calculated, based on a single mention of an author she had loved in a college email I had recovered from a digital fragment in her university’s archived alumni system, was the shelf she would, if she went to a bookstore on a Sunday, eventually walk to. I walked in at two forty-three PM. I did not, at the front of the store, register her presence. I registered the small staff at the counter, the customer at the staff picks, the woman with a stroller in poetry, and the lack of foot traffic in the back a quiet Sunday, the right Sunday and I walked,

It concentrated heavily around a small, newly opened bookstore on the corner. Jax kept his distance, slipping silently into the darkened alcove of a closed bakery across the street. He watched the glowing storefront with unblinking focus. The hanging wooden sign above the door read *The Bound Page*. Inside, the warm glow of fairy lights and brass reading lamps illuminated the cozy space. Jax’s gaze locked instantly onto the figure moving behind the front counter. She was completely unaware of the predator watching her. She was beautiful in an understated, frustratingly ordinary way—soft, slightly disheveled hair, determined eyes, and an aura of quiet, stubborn independence. She was stacking

“No? They have comfortable seating in the back, sofas and books for anybody interested.” “Books at a bar?” “Some stories require something more grounded than coffee.” He driven her to the back and it was like something out of a sitcom. Vintage furniture was orchestrated at different points, giving insinuate alcoves and crevices for individuals to talk or read. He coordinated her to a little table by the raise divider. Racks stacked from floor to ceiling, full of battered ancient books. A bow window neglected a little porch with an lit up pond. “This is so charming.” It was as if she’d ventured into a dream. “It’s one of my favorite places.”

If this was a trap, better one of us fall than both. He'd argued. Of course he'd argued. But in the end, he understood. Some doors only open for one person. The bookstore was called "Between the Pages." A narrow storefront on a quiet street, windows fogged with salt air, a hand-painted sign creaking in the wind. I stood across the street for ten minutes, watching. Trying to see if this was real or another layer of the game. Then I crossed and pushed open the door. --- The bell above the door chimed softly.

"Let us go meet her." Chicago was a five hour drive. Liam drove. Anna sat in the back. I navigated. The rain followed us the whole way. Grey skies. Grey roads. Grey everything. The bookstore was called "Pages." It sat on a corner between a coffee shop and a flower store. The windows were full of bestsellers. A sign on the door said "Open." We walked in. Bells jingled. The smell of paper and old wood wrapped around me. Shelves stretched to the ceiling. A cat slept on a pile of romance novels.

she laughed, tossing her hair back, “I saw someone once—in one of your family’s department stores, a girl who looked just like me. A spitting image. Can you imagine? Like the universe has a backup plan.” At the time, I shrugged it off. Now those words felt like a fire. If there really was another Lisa, perhaps the universe had provided me with a backup plan. And I would use her. Lilia POV The grocery store had that distinct smell of oranges mixed with bleach. My day went on in the same old rhythm: straightening cereal boxes, mopping up spills, and ringing up customers who didn’t even glance at me. The monotony usually numbed me, but today, it gnawed at me, sharp and tense, like a taut string

I muttered. "Okay," my grandma said as she drove past the shop. The car drove through a parking area and parked. We got out. "You're going to get bored following two couples of old ladies while they do their shopping. There's a bookstore that's next to the supermarket, you can buy some new books." My grandma gave me some cash, and soon we all crossed the road. I went into the bookstore while they went into the supermarket. It was a small bookstore, and I walked around looking for a new werewolf romance to read. I didn't see any.

I pushed his shoulder playfully. ‘Oh please, you slept there once I think’. Finishing up our meal we carefully packed up the leftover food into the bag. Sasha took my hand in his and we made our way down the busy street. I looked all around me as we walked trying to figure out where he was bringing me when he stopped in front of an old bookshop. Pointing up to a beige sign above a green storefront that read ‘Shakespeare and Company’. I excitedly asked Sasha to take my photo in front of the store so that I could immediately upload it to my facebook page. I browsed the thousands of books upon the shelves losing track of time and of Sasha. I browsed the same aisles several times seeing new book