Book Nerd Novels & Stories

He shook her from his mind and pushed open the doors to the study. The rug-lined room was bigger than B’s above-garage apartment. Floor to ceiling bookshelves dampened any noise B might made in his whiskey search. There didn’t seem to be a single inch of space on any one of the shelves. Books of all colors, textures, and sizes were packed together. In front of the book spines sat hundreds of little treasures–seashells, pocket watches, glass figurines, and carvings of creatures. So many creatures. B let his fingers drift over the book spines: The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. The Odyssey. Brave New World. The Call of the Wild. White Noise. So many stories he’d never read and

The most amazing bonfire party of the semester, according to my bestie, Jade. I only agreed to come because I was blackmailed. Jade literally threatened to factory-reset my Kindle and permanently wipe my entire 500-book spicy dark romance collection if I spent another Sunday night locked up in the dorm. That is a crime, and there was absolutely no way I was letting that tragedy happen. But the real kicker? Minutes after we got here, my so-called bestie ran off with some hot girl and left me completely stranded. Gosh, when I find her, she’s so dead.

"Like reading. I already know you're a bookworm, Ruby." Ruby's eyes lit up instantly, her inner literary critic emerging. "Oh, so the billionaire remembers? Please don't tell me your reading list is just boring finance textbooks and business biographies." "Actually," I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance."

Her I*******m was opened and yes, the I*******m page was sitting right there with a total of two million followers and zero following. "Nat...this is huge." I breathed. Your favorite book critic is basically someone who accepts read requests from random people and then she reads the book and drops both the good and bad reviews about the book. Sometimes the bad outweighs the good and vice versa. "I know." She answered. "Why didn't you tell your brother?" I asked her.

Just sneakers and a light jacket. The city was unusually quiet. I ended up at a small antique bookstore tucked between a florist and a tailor. It had no flashy signage, just a brass bell on the door and a handwritten welcome note in cursive. Inside, the scent of old paper and cedar wrapped around me like a story waiting to be told. I let myself drift between the aisles until a book caught my eye—Letters Never Sent. It was a collection of real, unsent letters from women over the last century. To lost loves, estranged mothers, unborn children.

“Looks like I’m not done surprising you yet. And yes. I can. My familiars can sense for spirits and can pull me back. But I need you to make sure nothing else tries to come after me.” Lucas’s jaw tenses. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” “Yes. I’ve been wanting to go look through the books for a while, actually. The Academy has an extensive library. It’s two-stories tall and has the most wonderful smell of old paper and fresh ink.” “It’s obvious why you own a bookstore.” “I do like books, though our store is full of mostly fiction. I love a good romance novel.” He runs his hand up and down my arm. “Why do you love romance novels so much?”

“Yeah, but not all of them. I’ve done a lot of reading on the subject, and I mean it when I say they might hoard stamps.” “Or books,” he suggested. “Ohhh, now that would be suuuper sexy,” I responded, thinking of a big red dragon as keeper of the world’s biggest library. There was another chuckle, and it had a kind of knowing tone to it I didn’t understand. Like I was missing an inside joke. “I’m glad you think that’s sexy,” his voice rumbled low and alluring through the speakers. “It is. I work in a bookstore. Not sure I ever told you that,” I confessed. “I love books.”

he began and Kolas scoffed at him from where he sat, although he wanted to hear what he had to say as well. " I didn't chose this place because it belongs to EMC Conglomerates, I chose it because it has a special place in my heart. I'm an avid reader and I must say, alot of the books had helped in shaping me to who I became today, the love life I keep and almost everything personal to me. I still come here every single day to read because the store never runs out of fresh books I always find relating to me. I guess this would be enough to answer the question glaring that everyone wants to ask" be finished and bowed and a smatter of applause began again.

"Never saw you as an avid reader." "Don't judge a book by its cover, Lena. This hot person standing before you had brains, too. That's why I laugh when you see me in advanced classes." I rolled my eyes. "Quit being narcissistic." He laughed. "So why are you raiding my shelf?" "I wasn't raiding your shelf," I emphasized. "I was just looking through. I am interested in your choice of books." "You find it nerdy, don't you?" He asked. I nodded and he winked. "Girl, you've got everything here. Hot, handsome, sexy twenty year old male who loves to read and is thought to have OCD. What more do you want?"