Book-a-holics Novels & Stories

I asked as Jasmine saw the red hair and cringed. "Should we leave?" she whispered but I shook my head. "Nope. We'll be fine." I decided and walked boldly to the counter which led us right past the table that several members of the Red Spiders were sitting at. The whole table snapped their heads up and looked at us. Jasmine and I ordered and I went to pay when a hand pushed my money away. I looked up to see Cedric already paying while Axel was the owner of the hand that was invading my personal space. Cedric turned to us and matched Axel's grin.

She had most of her burger boxed up for later. Nathan smiled at her. “I’d love one.” Together they walked out into the night. Snow fell softly, decorating the trees and lampposts with a coat of white. It was still early despite the December dark, so all the stores were still open. Holly showed him the store that sold crystals to fix your chakras, the antique market, and the high end pet food store. “And here’s my dad’s bookstore,” she said at the end of the tour. They stood outside the old brick building with snow still falling gently around them.

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SLOANE I woke up on December 28th with a kids’ menu pinned to my fridge and the distinct feeling I had lost my mind. The crayon looked even more ridiculous in daylight. THE HOLIDATE PACT in Jackson’s careful block letters. Twelve holidays. Three-second kiss maximum. No feelings. No exceptions. Our signatures at the bottom, like we’d just bought a house, instead of agreeing to a year-long performance. I stared at it while the coffee brewed, waiting for the panic to hit.

After resting for a while, they walked around and saw a bookstore which they both agreed to enter. She was reading the back of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen when Jacob asked her. “What do you say let’s read horror books? Like the ones we watched today?” “Eh? I’m scared. You go read first, then give me a summary, then I’ll decide. Haha!” “Roger!” as he picked The Dunwich Horror and Others by H.P. Lovecraft and IT by Stephen King. They finished book shopping, it was around three in the afternoon when Jacob invited her to go somewhere else.

“Bring me a bottle of bourbon. I want to get drunk tonight." After driving for three hours aimlessly, Xander decided to stop at a bar with tacky neon lights that he found after exiting the interstate. The bar was next door to the Holliday Inn, which was offering empty rooms for forty dollars a night. Xander saw that the Holliday Inn was founded not to attract tourists who needed a place to stay during their long journey, but to attract bar patrons who needed an empty room for a few hours of satisfying sex.

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

Can I please take her? Julian hesitated. The bookstore again. That quiet little hole-in-the-wall Aria had lost her mind over. She'd mentioned it offhand a few weeks ago—some quaint, cozy little spot tucked away on some forgotten square downtown. No gaudy name branding. No website. She'd talked about it as if it were constructed of magic and honey. She'd mentioned the woman who owned it too. **"She smells like vanilla and old pages, Daddy."**

she warned icily. “If any of you embarrass this department today, I will personally see to it that you are expelled from your internship. Am I clear?” “Yes, Dr. Holly,” the three interns answered in unison while nodding obediently. “The benefactors are from a very prominent family, so all of you better behave properly,” Dr. Holly continued sternly as her sharp eyes swept across every member of the staff. “I don’t want mistakes. I want perfection.” Her gaze eventually settled on Belle. She stared at her for a long moment before coldly turning away toward the patient ward where the other consultants were already waiting for the arrival of the guests.

“Hikaru-nii?” “Is he in?” Hiro-san asked. “Yes. Shoes.” I pointed to the them. “It’s so dark though.” He observed and stepped in after me. “Hikaru-nii?” I called again and walked into the living room. The only source of light was the TV that had been left on. The man himself was lying on the couch, some 5 to 6 empty cans of beer scattered on the ground next to him. The room strongly smelled of alcohol. I stopped where I was and looked back at Hiro-san. “Looks like he had been drinking."