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I replied, smiling back at him. I went through the back, got my stuff, and headed out to the bookshop at the front part of the coffee shop to browse the books. I need something good to go home and read so I don’t overthink. Thrillers and horrors are my go-to book, but I need something light-hearted and funny to read with these nightmares happening more often just now.

a voice asked from behind me “Oh, no thank you, I know what I’m looking for,” I replied not turning around to see who was talking to me “Moony,” the voice said behind me, I turned around to see Drew standing behind me, “Oh, great, why are you here?” I asked as I turned back to look at the books “I came to pick up some books for my mom,” Drew responded as he leaned against the bookshelf “Oh, how nice of you,” I responded, still looking for the books I wanted. Drew followed me around the store as I looked for my books,

“But begging for his forgiveness means accepting that he is remarrying and will be replacing my mother.” Sophia sighed wearily. “Don't you want him to be happy again?” “And what about me?” “Desiree…” “Thanks for the ride.” Desiree abruptly ended the conversation. “I'll see you later.” Desiree stepped out of Sophia's car and walked across the street. She paused, taking a deep breath as she stood in front of the massive building of Rothschild Group of Industries, located in one of the most expensive and industrial areas of the city. With most of its exterior made of glass, this gray building outshone the surrounding structures.

His body’s gone too. For a moment, I stand still against the wall, half-expecting him to come back. Yet when I look behind me, I’m alone in the hallway. Son of a bitch. It’s morning, and I’m cutting the start of class to sneak to the bookstore. I have Debbie’s list of the popular BDSM series, but I don’t have to go far to find it. There’s a full display for it decorating an endcap. Debbie recommends the entire series, but I figure I better start with just the first. After consulting the list, I pluck the first one from the top of the shelf.

Hey readers I know I'm not giving proper updates to this book. I am extremely sorry about it. I have been quite busy because of my studies, and I have to wrap up my other story, "Love Me Again." The story has few chapters left, and then I'll continue another book in it with the story of next generation. So, I am focusing more on it as it's about to end. Soon, I'll come up with new chapters for Beyond The Time.

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Lila locked up the cash register and checked her watch. It was almost closing time, and the bookstore was winding down from a busy day. The setting sun cast long shadows through the shop's front windows, bathing the shelves in a warm, golden glow. Marcus was in the back, sorting through the day’s receipts and preparing for the next morning’s inventory. Lila grabbed her coat, gave Marcus a wave, and stepped outside into the crisp evening air.

After setting up themselves to hide their appearance and identity, they went to the downtown alley and looked for a place that looked like an ordinary broke-ass bookstore for commoners. "I'm starting to feel the ominous air, madam. Should we still go ahead?" “I wouldn't deny it. I'm also somewhat scared, maybe because of the ambiance? Anyway, we came this far already." The two ladies entered a humble store and found an old collection of ordinary books. They almost jumped in surprise when someone stood behind their back and said, "What a rare occasion. A guest appeared at my humble store. What genre were you looking for?" "M-magic," Aileen replied, almost whispering to the wind.

She got up and left. Frances yawned. "Good night mom." She turned off the lamp and shut her eyes. Frances worked as a salesclerk at the Soft View Bookstore, along Huxely Street, Boston. The bookstore was well known, not because it was a large establishment, but due to the style of book display ordered by Mr. Yamato -- nearly half of the books were displayed outside in a heavy show glass. This could be the most reason why each morning of a working day wore Frances out. She just hated everything about the book store.

"Sure, no problem." Leah obediently nodded. As Colin's figure disappeared around the corner of the staircase, Leah's smile instantly crumbled, revealing a cold and calculating expression. Holy cow, that was a close call. Almost blew my cover. She shoved the comic book into her bag, placing it at the very bottom before finally feeling relieved. The bookstore appeared small from the outside, but the interior space was quite spacious, filled with an abundance of vintage books, particularly focused on technology and astronomy. Leah roamed around downstairs and by the counter, she noticed an old-fashioned piano.