Backroom Book Novels & Stories

Content, she shut the door securely behind them, keeping their secrets hidden from the outside world. Rose turned around, took Linda's arm tenderly, and said, "Let's go," in a lighthearted manner. As they made their way to the living area, Linda nodded slightly and let her gaze wander over the room. The house was perfectly organized, with careful designs in every nook and cranny. Gorgeous wall decorations, well-chosen patterns, and colors gave the room a coziness and warmth that contrasted with the somber discussion that was about to take place.

She was far from home and she was in unknown territory. Finding what he was looking for, he tilted the book with the title on its spine, To Kill A Mockingbird. A resounding click was heard, and the bookshelves parted into two like the Red Sea to reveal the titanium door with a security pad on the side. Phil punched in the codes in haste, and before you know it, they were inside the secret room.

“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.”

To my surprise, as I pulled the huge book of History Buildings, I found a small book behind it. My eyes widened; my heart accelerated. Was today my lucky day? I set the huge book of Building History aside and took the book that was behind it. The front and back cover was torn but I knew this was the book I was looking for. At the bottom of the book, in pen, it was written; Roger Canaff. I took the book together with the Greece Building History book and headed towards the encyclopedias. I did not bother to read the book, instead, I decided to read the summary on the last page.

She pushed the massive door open effortlessly, and we walked inside. I looked around, and there was row upon row of books. There were shelves from floor to ceiling lined with books. Nunny led the way to the back, and she walked over to one of the shelves. She pulled off a large leather-bound book. She walked over and handed it to Jarren. I watched him as he ran his hand along the crescent moon on the front. I watched as he flipped the book over, and there was a sun symbol on the back. Both symbols looked precisely like the ones on our bodies. This was getting way too freaky.

Red said. "Exactly!" ADAM_ "What's this... there's a lock on the book?," Though I'm not the strongest but at least I am stronger than a normal human. I clawed the lock and it fell. Parting the book open, I almost gasped when I saw a bottle in it.. The book doesn't even have pages! "Wow..."I quickly took the small bottle. I slid it in my back pocket. After I closed the book, I returned it back to its original position. As I made to leave, I heard someone speak.

All night, everything from the past played out in my mind like a movie. The next morning. I struggled out of the bedroom with my weakened body. The door to the guest room was open. A piece of lacy lingerie lay at the foot of the bed, clearly visible. I smiled faintly and glanced at the time. It was time to bring this farce to an end.

The Bar Tender With The Hot Dick(3) CHAPTER 3 — BACK ROOM The back room smelled like old wood, spilled beer, and the faint metallic tang of cleaning solution. A single bare bulb hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, yellowish glow over stacked cardboard boxes and metal shelves lined with extra liquor bottles. The space was cramped, intimate in a way that made my skin prickle. There was barely enough room for the two of us, and the air felt thicker the second Jax closed the door behind us.

Eleanor studied them both for a long, careful moment before finally setting down the book in her hands and moving to lock the shop's front door. "You'd better come to the back," she said. "If Marcus Cole's people are as close as you say, we don't have much time before this conversation becomes considerably more dangerous than it already is." The back room was small, cluttered with decades of careful record keeping, boxes labeled in handwriting that had clearly aged alongside the woman who'd kept them. Eleanor moved through the space with the practiced efficiency of someone who'd rehearsed this exact retrieval a thousand times in her mind, even if she'd never expected to actually need it.

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