Book Bodega Novels & Stories

Everything I had always wanted to eat but never dared to buy, I finally tried. I also bought new clothes and a new pair of shoes. Just after changing into them, my phone buzzed. A message from Derrick. There was only one sentence and a location pin. The address belonged to one of the most expensive villa communities in the city. Even though I had spent days preparing myself, my emotions still felt complicated when I finally stood in front of someone who was supposed to be dead. “Harriet, you are here.” Mom grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the couch as if she had truly been looking forward to seeing me. “It is good to have you home. You suffered a lot these past few years.”

I watched as Dad kicked open the old, decrepit door of the warehouse and dragged Yannis in. From a short distance away, Queenie, who was tied to a pillar, cried out, "Uncle Ben!" Strangely, she did not look pleased to see Dad. Instead, she looked panicked. Dad ignored her. He dragged Yannis to another pillar and tied him to it. Once that was done, he went up to Queenie. "You're finally here, Uncle Ben! You saved me! I was so scared!" Queenie cried pitifully. For once, Dad seemed unfazed by her tears.

“So this is the kind of woman she is? If I were a man, I wouldn’t want her either.” The room erupted into laughter again. Then, Finn set his glass down on the table and asked casually, “Want to make a bet?” “Another one? Fine. If we win, you break up with Sophie.” Finn’s voice turned cold instantly. “Who said you could use Soph as a bet?” On the other end of the phone, I listened as he effortlessly reshaped the wager. The bet became whether I would run off with him at my wedding. Sophie could not be used as a bargaining chip, but I could. He had used me as a setup, gambled on a hundred times already.

Book 2 Steam & Sin Jordan Pov The air in the private Elysium sauna was thick, heavy, and scorching. Steam rolled around me like a living thing as I sat on the top wooden bench, my towel barely draped over my lap. Sweat poured down my muscular chest, abs, and thighs. My heart was already racing, and it wasn’t just from the heat.

I ran some leave in conditioner and gel through my curls before pinning back the sides with Bobby pins. When I went out to the living room, Bishop was looking at my books. “You have quite a nice collection here,” he said, picking up my well worn copy of ‘Gone with the Wind.” “Thanks. Books are kind of my thing.” “His Majesty said you own a bookstore and that you plan on hiring a store manager.” “I promoted my friend to the store manager. She’s been with me since I bought the shop.” “Wise. Someone who already knows the business.” I nodded as he shelved Margaret Mitchell’s classic. “So, I’m sure you’re curious about what is going to happen next.”

"was his dad's?" I just stiffly nodded at them while throwing him a pointed look. Agad naman itong tumango-tango in understanding. "Baka naman nasa ibang libro ang hinahanap niyo, Cam." "But Ms. Javier couldnt find any book na tumutugma sa code na'yon, Liam but just this." I firmly insisted while raising the book. "MJ.B could be the initials of this book's author---" "And pg-206 could be page 206, kung saan mo pwedeng makikita ang bagay na'yon, del Fuero."

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“Go. Talk to Delbert, you have the wrong idea about the bombing at that camp.” “What?” “Get out of there now.” Jade whispered fiercely from her purse. Chloe giggled, and walked quickly towards the shelves. “You should listen to your friend. We can only talk about books for so long. My lie to Asad about what we were doing here for so long has to make sense, you know.” She said, pulling a book from the shelf. “Here is the book you came for.” She leaned in, handing the book to her. “What don’t I know about the bombing?” Racheal asked, taking the book.

"Can we go to the bookshop?" They went. The shop occupied a converted house three streets over, with a resident dog named Duchess who greeted Noah by name and a whole shelf dedicated to field guides that Noah navigated with the confidence of a regular. He selected three books with careful deliberation — one on Pacific Northwest raptors, one a slim volume on migratory patterns he'd apparently been eyeing for weeks, and a third that surprised Adrian: a novel about a woman who builds something from nothing, its cover showing a small house under construction against a wide sky. "That one's for Mom," Noah said, setting it on the counter with the others. "She'll like it. Because she's Mom."

Then a staff member touched her arm. The moment vanished. Lena smiled. Turned away. And continued walking. --- By dusk they retreated. Nobody argued. Nobody wanted to stay. The place crawled under their skin. The false peace. The manufactured contentment. The smiles. God. The smiles. --- The bookshop basement was unusually quiet when they returned. People gathered around the central table. Waiting. Watching. Hoping. Bea hated being the one who had to speak first. She rubbed her hands over her face.