Backroom Book Novels & Stories

Rebecca asked, confused. "Head on to the back." He replied without raising his head to even spare her a glance. She wondered if the main bar was at "the back" like he had instructed her to do. Was that his job? instructing customers to the back. Maybe that was why he already knew what to tell her without even caring who she was or what she wanted. She thanked him and went behind a beaded curtain. She paused, confused. "What the...?" The room at the back was a storage room and no matter how much she looked, she couldn't see past the boxes and crates that filled the place.

I looked at Wyatt, who was appraising me with narrowed eyes. “What? She forgets I can smell her all over the books and I know what ones are naughty, because well ya know,” I leaned over and tossed him a book from the pile. I had started reading the backs of things so I purposely incorporated a little spice in her life. He looked at the title, then skimmed the back of the book, it was some mafia romance. His brows raised, I shrugged.

But appearance could be deceiving, so I stepped inside. Damien followed, quietly closing the door behind us. I moved around the room slowly, allowing my eyes to take every detail. If someone searched this office, they must have either been incredibly careful… or they knew exactly what they were looking for. My gaze settled on the bookshelf behind his desk, something felt wrong. I walked towards it, ran my fingers along the spines of the books. Then I noticed one accounting handbook had Ben placed back upside down. Dad would never have done that. As I pulled it from the shelf, a folded envelope slipped out and landed on my feet.

Or read all the books in the romance section of the local library! "I'm sorry! I haven't stolen anything! I don't do drugs! I haven't even seen any type of drugs before... Well, I have, you know, Ibuprofen, Paracetamol, Advil, Lo— Well that's not the point! The point is, I don't deserve to die! I'm so young and growing..." Charlie keeps rambling on in a high-pitched voice. The mysterious man scrunches up his brows as an amused look crosses his eyes. Charlie would've noticed this if she wasn't staring at his big hands that clutch two duffle bags in a tight grip.

“There. Damian. Rewind that a few seconds. Top corner.” I rewind and slow it down. The wall shifts, just slightly. A sliver of movement in the shadows. Darkness and then light. How the hell did he catch that? “Pull up the feeds from the back hallway, guest bedroom, and Riccardo’s office,” he says coldly. Camera 7 – Guest Bedroom: nothing dangerous, but I make a mental note to burn that furniture. Guards had clearly been using it to ‘relax and entertain.’ Disgusting. Not a breach, but still.

Don't tell me you're illiterate? Timothy was extremely embarrassed after his borrowing my money had been revealed in front of my parents. "Give me a couple of days to pay you back. I've already used up all of the money." I knew that Timothy had no money to his name. I had found out about his gambling addiction after marrying him in my previous life. He tended to gamble away every single cent he acquired. However, Timothy hadn't asked me for money before to prepare wedding gifts. It was because he needed it to gamble.

After her working hours ended, Kathilyn was organising her desk before going back home, when she suddenly felt someone approaching her from behind. "So, are you going to have dinner with me?" She heard Benjamin's voice from beside her ears. "Dinner? Sure if it's on you. I mean you owed me for embarrassing me in front of everyone " Kathilyn rolled her eyes at Benjamin. "Isn't it the opposite? You're the one who should pay since I helped getting you out of trouble." Benjamin scoffed sarcastically. "Alright, I'll pay." He continued before walking out of the office. "I'll wait for you in my car." He said again and made his way to the door.

On my wedding day, the car drops me off at the banquet hall's back service entrance. I'm the groom, yet they send me through the trash passage. Sabina York opens my door and orders me around like she always does. "You'll go in through the back, and I'll take Caleb through the front. We can't let our coworkers see us together." Before I can even respond, she drives away with Caleb Yeoman. I'm left standing alone in the filthy water. It's the 99th time she abandons me to keep people from talking. For eight years, we've kept our relationship under wraps. She says dating a coworker will hurt my reputation, so she uses her best friend Caleb as a cover for us at every turn. During company t

“It was said that Evelyn Grant had a secret boyfriend, her senior in college, named Jake Lowe.” “And it specifically pointed out that you, Henry, had a grudge against Jake.” In my previous life, I never understood why Evelyn had tried to destroy me. After all, I saved her. It was not until my dying moments, as I lay blind in that prison cell, that a memory came back to me — the one detail I had overlooked. I had once gone to the university bookstore to buy a book. By chance, I saw her in a back alley with that senior, Jake, locked in a passionate kiss.

A sense of dread washed over Beatrice as she stared at the large, bold words in the email. Just as she was about to open it, Maxwell pushed open the door and walked in. "Ms. Thorne, here's the report from last time," he said, placing the file on her desk. With an almost familiar ease, he came closer, his hand settling on her shoulder. Though an unspoken tension had always lingered between them, Beatrice now felt an unfamiliar discomfort creeping in.