Back Of Beyond Bookstore Novels & Stories

I bet I can find a few items for tonight’s dinner. Tia and I walk through the aisles, shifting through the items we see. There are items that reference movies and shows. There are trendy items as well as specialty items. We walk to the back of the store, and I haven’t seen anything of use yet. A worker walks by, and I ask him where more intimate items would be in the store. “Well, we do have a few things in the back. We don’t put everything out….you know, since we never know who will enter the store.”

Ariana Vance agrees to a paper marriage to Damon Sterling — the ruthless, untouchable billionaire — to save her family’s collapsing empire. The deal is simple: two years as his perfect, obedient wife, then a quiet divorce. No feelings. No expectations. No love. But Damon isn’t the cold, heartless man the world sees. Behind his icy armor lies a man scarred by loneliness and burdened by a dangerous legacy. As Ariana slowly unravels the layers of the man beneath the mask, the line between pretense and reality begins to blur. Late-night conversations, quiet glances, and moments of unexpected tenderness awaken something in both of them — a connection neither can deny, nor afford to keep. Ju

I pointed out. “Well kind of. I think she has been hiding in plain sight. Austin said that when he was travelling through here that he felt an immense surge of magic when he was in Portland.” She told us. “Wait, there is that weird ass bookstore there. You know that one that looks like a fucking mausoleum. The owner is a woman, and it sells the weirdest books and other shit.” Peadar pointed out.

I ran some leave in conditioner and gel through my curls before pinning back the sides with Bobby pins. When I went out to the living room, Bishop was looking at my books. “You have quite a nice collection here,” he said, picking up my well worn copy of ‘Gone with the Wind.” “Thanks. Books are kind of my thing.” “His Majesty said you own a bookstore and that you plan on hiring a store manager.” “I promoted my friend to the store manager. She’s been with me since I bought the shop.” “Wise. Someone who already knows the business.” I nodded as he shelved Margaret Mitchell’s classic. “So, I’m sure you’re curious about what is going to happen next.”

"Yes actually. She left her journal and I took it to give back to her but when I got outside, I sited her hair a little bit far away. She was getting into a car with a man. Her father perhaps?" "Can I ask why you're looking for her?" "It doesn't matter. Thank you". "Mr Sterling", she stepped forward and handed him a book, "In case you find her before I do". He nodded his head. Immediately he stepped outside, his phone beeped. Unknown Sender: Don't worry. Your princess is safely back in your castle. He got into his car and drove off. Crystal had barely taken a step out of the bathroom when her door flung open. "What the hell Ryke?"

He knocked three times before turning the handle and walking in. Inside was even more beautiful then the bookstore downstairs. It had a glass domed ceiling so you could see the sky through it and and the room was fully lined with more floor to ceiling bookshelves, there were tables in the center with glass cases displaying all sorts of items for sale. It was like it was out of some fantasy novel, Merlins workshop or something from the Harry Potter books. “Hello!” A voice rang out from the back of the shop somewhere. “I’ll be right with you, take a look around but please, DON’T TOUCH!”

However, I did not need her anymore. The damage was done, and it could not be undone. "Mom, this is the last time I'll call you 'mom.' Once I'm out of here, I want to go for a walk by myself, okay?" The doctors did not give me a timeline, but I knew my days were numbered. … After my parents split up, Dad handed over most of the company shares to me, leaving just a slice for Janet. Walter, well, Mom had him committed to a mental hospital.

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits. Chapter 40 Caleb's POV: A few days later, he brought it up like it was nothing. We were sitting in his aunt’s backyard, two plastic chairs sunk into dry soil, the scent of grilled meat hanging in the air. He leaned forward, his voice low, like he was letting me in on a secret the world wasn’t ready to hear yet. “There’s this tech startup I’m backing,” he said, wiping his fingers with a napkin. “Young guys, brilliant minds. I believe in them. Big future.”

Ezra opened the door. The room beyond was smaller than the threshold room at Crescent, and somehow meaner for its restraint. The walls were pale green, and indirect light spilled from a cove around the ceiling. A narrow bench rested against one wall, too small for real sleep. A folded weighted blanket sat at one end. Behind a partial screen was a sink, with a narrow bathroom door hanging ajar beside it. On the opposite wall hung laminated visual cards. Breathe. Hands down. Sit. Listen. It’s all right.

I murmured the ancient warlock chants under my breath to hide our scent and our presence. But something is puzzling. In my vision, there were two girls, but I'd only found one. I did not pause to investigate, there's no time for that now. My priority is Bella, my mate. The moon goddess revealed everything about her to me in a vision, she can't die. Not under my watch. I hurried past the woods and finally brought her back to my cabin, hidden by magic and buried in the heart of the Crescent Mountains. It's warm, lit with blue fire, and filled with ancient symbols, potions,, and runes carved on the wall.