Behind The Book Nyc Novels & Stories

“The conventions I attend are usually so dull compared to all this.” “This is relatively small. You should see the BookExpo America at the Jacob Javits Center in New York City. That one is about three times the size, but for your debut, I believe this event is perfect. You’ll have a better opportunity to talk to people who are interested in your book and not just looking for freebies.”

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.

Emma Stone clutched her notebook tightly against her chest, the crisp autumn air biting at her cheeks as she walked down the bustling New York City street. The Blackwood Enterprises headquarters loomed ahead, a towering monolith of steel and glass that seemed to pierce the heavens. Her stomach churned with nerves. This is it, she thought, the interview of a lifetime. Don’t mess it up.

We try not to have just one person here at a time for safety reasons, but with only having the three of us for so long we kind of got used to it. I sit behind the register while Clark turns on the OPEN sign and unlocks the door. A few people who were waiting for us to open pour in, eager to get their books. I told Clark I’d let him have the run of the place this morning for training purposes, but really, I’m tired and want to look through the Book of the Beast. I take a big gulp of coffee and set my mug down on the floor next to me. There are two stools behind the register, but the floor is safer. I’m less likely to be spotted by a customer when I’m down here. Great customer service, I know.

Years of pretending I wasn't awkward had taught me well, one thing I learned the minute I stepped into New Jersey was that a perfect smile to hide whatever broken pieces was buried inside. Number one rule of Zian. Never let the room read you first. Inside, however... I was as usual, already planning my escape. The bookstore occupied the corner of a busy street in downtown Vegas. Floor-to-ceiling window wrapped around the front of the building, allowing sunlight to spill across rows of shelves and displays. Strings of warm lights hung from the ceiling, casting a cozy glow over the polished wooden floors. Banners featuring my books decorated the walls while stacks of signed editions sat neatly

When I ran into Nathaniel again, he seemed like a shadow of his former self. I wanted nothing to do with him, so I spun on my heel and ignored him. Nathaniel tailed me closely like a man haunted by ghosts. He apologized to me. "I've sent Helen and Nelson off. I gave them some money. They'll never come back, and my mother's not going to be a problem either. Come home, Ginny." Home? How laughable, and I said as such, "We no longer have a home together."

Two months later, Marcus's company was just one step away from going public. Full of joy, he bought various trending topics to build anticipation. Lucia's reality show was about to air, and the trailer had already been released. That day, I reserved a private room at a luxury restaurant. Henry helped bring my parents along. My father asked suspiciously, "What are you two up to, being so mysterious?" I smiled cheerfully, "Mom, Dad, we want you to enjoy lobster while watching a good show."

Obsidian did not look like the kind of place you simply stumbled into. From the outside, it was subtle to the point of being invisible to anyone who didn’t know what they were looking for. A narrow black frontage between two towering buildings on a quiet New York street that hummed softly with distant traffic. No giant sign screaming its name. No neon promise of excess. Just a matte obsidian door, tall and heavy, with a thin strip of warm light slicing underneath it like a secret.

Could it be that it needed it as well? I inserted the other key as well and it stayed it. I heard the safe shift, before it completely sled to the other side. My brows raised unintentionally. So this was where the book was kept? Behind Julius' portrait? I moved to the first portrait and tried shifting it to see if there was anything behind it as well, but it was impossible to move it. It was completely embedded to the wall. I dusted my hand before moving to Julius' portrait again. Taking the book out, I checked the cover design and saw the exact necklace that was in my hand on the book. It was a pretty huge book. What exactly did this book have to say about the necklace?

Chapter 27: The First Edition The floor of The Narrative was really quiet but you could feel the excitement in the air as Elena and Julian got out of the elevator. The big studio in Brooklyn with its brick walls and huge windows was a big change from the crazy and stressful places Elena used to work when she was writing books for other people. Downstairs the teams that did research and design were sitting around a table looking at the final versions of the book before it was printed. They were getting ready to launch the Nora Vale imprint.