Book Bodega Novels & Stories

"We're almost there." I could feel her shifting against my back, probably wanting to press the issue, but I wasn't ready for that conversation. Not tonight, not with her, not ever maybe. The bodega came into view—a narrow storefront squeezed between a laundromat and a check-cashing place. The fluorescent lights inside were harsh against the pre-dawn darkness, making everything look washed out and slightly surreal. "Down you go," I said, starting to bend forward so she could slide off. "No." Her arms tightened around my neck. "I can't step on that ground again."

“I mean if you need to Laura can stay the night or we can go there. I want to make sure you're really okay. Finding out how who and why has to be so hard after wondering for so long.” “It was hard but I am grateful that you called my mother to come over. I don’t know how but it helped me so much.” “I’m glad it helped and I have some other news if you’re ready.” I nodded curiously at what it could be. “I think we should sit down for this.” I now noticed he’d been holding a book in his hand. He held my hand leading me to the bed where we sat and he opened up the book. “Brace yourself.” I did exactly as he commanded and until I let out a good sigh I hadn’t realized he’d litterally commanded me

Speaking of which, Mr Bordeaux made his way around her, and started messing with his pots and pans, that was Marias's cue to leave. Whilst Mr Bordeaux was frittering away in the kitchen Maria picked up a book from his collection and sat at the kitchen. The man had an astounding collection of books from Thrillers to books on the economy. He was well versed, and as she turned another page Maria pictured Mr Bordeaux pushing past each page in a methodical way, never skipping to the end to see what happens. Maria respected that but her attention span was grappling with her already despite being a few pages into the book. Once she was done, Maria had a sip of coffee from a cup that was sitting on

“Been long I’ve been to this place. More peaceful than my habitat. “ Bode mumbled, grunting as he bent, regarding a tall, dark woman braiding a little girl’s hair, her head stuck between her huge thighs. Bode trudged, walking down a street. He greeted some women sitting outside a bungalow - all attending to different chores with some semi-naked kids with exposed tummies and bums covered partially, playing under a shed. “Afternoon Mama Saki, “ He regarded , entering in quickly as a middle-aged replied, waving him off. Bode unbuckled his sandals, knocking one of the lines up doors in the bungalow and walked in. “Brother Bode!” A slim lady, ebony-skinned, in a blue fitted gown and with thin le

Edward spoke, his words were crude. "Yes, the book has sent us to you." Elizabeth spoke politely, trying to cover the rudeness of her mate. She was looking calm. "Interesting!" He rubbed his jaw, "You should return, Miss Nelson," "No, please. You're my only hope. It took us days to reach the book. It has guided us to you, Aragon." My breathing turned shallow. I could feel the painful chilling crawling up from my feet. "The book clearly says. You know the path." Alessandro said calmly.

Alizeh: "I will ask at my home, even if we could not meet in these holidays, I will take you to crossroads( a cafe near college) some day, we will bunk the class and go, it will be fun beb" Varun: "Yes it will be fun" Varun: "By the way, I haven't been to crossroads yet" Alizeh: "Yes, I know" Varun: "You will really take me?" Varun: 'You love me that much🥺?" Alizeh: "Yes obviously naa, I love you a lot!" Varun: "Yayy" Alizeh: "Buddhu" Varun: "Pagal"

Chapter: 2 ****** Eighteen Years Later: ****** "Good morning, Boss," Bogo greeted as he entered the bedroom. He walked to his right and flicked on the light switch, flooding the room with blinding brightness from the chandelier. The magnificent bedroom, resembling something from a magazine page, reflected a wealth of vibrant colors. A cream-colored comforter covered the king-sized bed, complemented by a matching white quilt with gold embroidery framing the large windows overlooking the city.

Everything led back to her and our kiss and I wanted to do it over and over again, and more. I fell on the bed, kicking my shoes off and picking up my favorite book. La Divina Commedia, a three-part poem about the travels through the three regions, Hell, Purgatory and Paradise. It was an immediate distraction from my tormenting thoughts and the fact Emiliana was only down the hall. Or so I thought. Soft knocks, almost inaudible, tapped on my door. Louder ones followed before the door swung open.

"It really is... AIDS… He really has AIDS..." She muttered the words over and over, her eyes empty and lifeless. Then, suddenly, she snapped. Like a madwoman, she grabbed my pant leg and clung to it desperately. "Carson! Save him! You have to have a way! Don't you still have that miracle drug? Give him another injection!" Without hesitation, I shook her off. "Save him? Not even a miracle worker could save him now. The drug you injected destroyed what remained of his immune system."

No billion-dollar deals, no mole hiding in the walls of my company, no betrayal siphoning ten million away, they all melted away. Araceli was lounging on the couch, casual and at ease in one of my shirts and a blue shorts. This was quickly becoming her favorite thing to lounge in and I definitely enjoyed seeing her in the oversized outfit. I have seen her in those countless times, yet every time, it looked like something fresh. Her head turned slightly, the book she had been reading temporarily forgotten, as she smiled, that quiet smile she gave just for me. “Look who is back from his day of world-saving,” she teased as I set the kids down.