Book Narrator Job Novels & Stories

"The last time I heard from you, it was to tell me I was a horrible person for what happened with Minah, and that I should consider turning myself into a mental hospital before I ended up actually hurting someone." She laughed awkwardly. "I was, uh, wrong. Please, Cecily? Let me apologize?" I shrugged and turned on my heel, settling into a wooden chair at an empty table. I had some time to kill. Natasha hurried to get a coffee and settled across from me before I could change my mind. As soon as she did, the questions started. "What are you up to these days?" "Working, mostly." "Not at the art store anymore." "No, I... I work for a publisher. Proof-reading."

Handed in the application in person, on the spot, and hoped that would be my break. A week later, I got a call from the bookstore. They wanted to interview me. Rushing to the interview, I felt elated and so nervous. The manager was a lovely woman named Mrs. Thompson, who had all these questions for me regarding the books in her store and why I wanted the job. "I've always loved books," I said honestly. "They've been my escape, my comfort. The thing is, I want to be able to relay that love to others. Mrs. Thompson's smiled was warm. "That's a good answer, Maxine. You're hired."

"Hi. I'm Kim... from the bookstore." Hearing the word "bookstore", Jake was finally able to recall who this girl was. She worked in the bookstore where he usually bought books to use as references for his writing process... Or painting... an artist gotta do what an artist gotta do to achieve perfection. The internet can't always be trusted. Besides... Jake loved the way this girl called Kim, who worked as a cashier in the bookstore, looked when he bought random books about grave digging, self-made poisons and explosions, guns, and even exorcism. Thinking about it, Jake wanted to laugh.

I worked at a bookstore and of course there were so many males whom I had work with & handle the clients who needed help with the books. Shit, now I have to tell him about my job otherwise he is literally going to kill me here only. I grabbed all of my courage and strength and replied him softly while trying to push him back with my hands on his abs, "I-I work. I have a job. So I was there." My attempts were useless because he didn't bulge. Not even a bit, "What kind of job, and where?" "Is it some k.. kind of interrogation?" I slapped myself mentally for stuttering in front of him in every sentence I say.

But he ignored her soonest she turned her back away from him. Wow...he's really good at this. "So, you mentioned earlier about working for Archie in the book shop? I assume you're staying here? Did you just get here?" He passed my orange juice to my front, as the waiter came back with our drinks. "Yeah, I just got here yesterday. I've been in contact with Archie weeks before. It's a long story Nate, but to summarize I have a job at the bookstore and I'm staying at Barnaby's cottage and I'm not suicidal. At least I didn't think I was until this morning when the dad thing happened. I'm still having mixed feelings about you saving me though. So I'm not thanking you just yet." I sipped my juice

My eyes widened in shock and I slowly raised to look at him, asking, "What the hell are you talking about? How.... How could I read all these books?! I am here as Mr. Logan's personal assistant, not as some manager!" God! I never even read all these huge books in my college to get a degree. "There are only 20 books and you should finish them by tomorrow. There are other set books for the next day," He just informed me without answering my questions and just walked back to his seat. I stared at him with my big eyes, as I couldn't believe his words. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why should I read these?! As far as I have looked into this job, I am only supposed to inform him of the appoint

She opened the book, and the pages crackled as she turned to the author note. Nicole's eyes scanned the pages of the book, and she finally came to the author's introduction. The Anonymous Author Note "The author of this book is Gage Harrison," she read, her voice barely above a whisper. Nicole's mind reeled as she processed this information. She read the surname "Harrison", Nicole's mind began to connect the dots. The favorite author she had been reading, and book had been given to her by Gage, he is the son of her boss, Mr. Harrison. and also her favorite author.

"So, you went through my locker, dug it out, and just thought you'd have a look around my private thoughts?" Lacy pulled out a chair from the table and placed herself in it with more fanfare than called for. "We work in a bookstore. Do you know how many people here are writing the next great American novel?" She paused, waiting for my answer. When she didn't get one, she popped a grape into her mouth and continued. "All of them. Including the ones who run the place." "And how does that justify breaking and entering?" I didn't have a clue what she'd read, or how deep into my thoughts she had been able to dig. My heart lay fully exposed on those pages without so much as a filter to shield them

I said. He scoffed and shook his head. “I ain’t good at writing. And people don’t care how I feel. They watch the show for the jumpscares.” “Then you should let them see how much more there is to it. And don’t tell me you ain’t good at writing, ‘cause now I can tell you’re the one penning the episode narrations.” “I’m not. Once we finish cutting an episode, I sit to watch it and take voice notes about it, and then send them to our paid writers. That’s how I wrote the one book I published.”

He exhaled slowly, shoving the lighter into his pocket. "Rhodes," a voice called. He turned, his expression unreadable as the manager strode past with a group of interns, barely sparing them a glance. Nathaniel had been here long enough to understand how this worked. He was at the top. The rest barely mattered. ------------ Chapter 1 I couldn't believe it. The email sat there in my inbox, its subject line staring back at me like an unspoken promise: "Congratulations on Your Internship with Blackstone Publishing ."