Book Pick Me Up Novels & Stories

“And he didn’t mention it, why?” He only shrugged. “Anything else you want to bring?” “That’s all. We have to drop by the bookstore and buy some healthy meals for Mom after.” “All right.” The ride to the bookstore took fifteen minutes. Quinton was too fast to open the door. I couldn’t get used to someone doing it for me, especially when I wasn’t the one writing their paychecks. But I also wanted to make their job easier. “You can stay here. I won’t take long.” I got out of the SUV.

I read the title, the book hadn’t been on the shelves for long or it had been looked at recently as there was very little dust. “I found it a couple of days ago” “Were you looking for it” Alpha Christian shakes his head “I was looking for something to read” It wasn’t what I was expecting to hear, I haven’t met anyone that had been interested in books before and the thought makes me smile. “Alpha Christian?” “You don’t have to call me Alpha each time. What can I do for you?” “Why do they keep coming for me?” He sighs and crosses the room back towards me and takes the book from my hands. Opening the book, he flips through it until he finds what he is looking for and hands me the book and point

he advises. I thank him with a nod and watch as he bounces back behind the counter to finish his own book. I pick through a couple that have interesting covers, but after reading the jackets I put them down. It takes me forever to finally find one that sounds like it may work. The Business of Business sounds boring enough to put me to sleep. I don’t want to spend any more time digging through stacks, so I grab a random paperback that’s sitting on the edge of the table before heading to the counter. “Excellent choice!” the bookkeeper chirps as he rings me up. “This one here is a riveting read,” he says, holding up the paperback I hadn’t even glanced at.

She gives me a kind smile and sets my thick file down in front of her as she begins to explain the conditions of my parole. Back on the T, I follow my PO’s directions written down on a Post-it note. She’s sending me to a dank bookstore in a small town about twenty minutes from Brockton in search of a specific book about the twelve-step program that I’ll need for my mandatory weekly meetings. I’ve gone through all of this shit before, and it never seemed to stick. There’s no use thinking this time will be any fucking different. I spot the flickering “OPEN” sign hanging above the door to the bookstore, swaying in the heavy wind that whips the cold rain against my body, making me break out with

They then distract him with some games,he agrees to get in the car and they drive off. Lucinda wakes up early in the morning to go to work,the manager would always complain about late employees.She manages to get there in time and finds the manager on the Entrance already making people hurry and go to their positions.Good morning sir,Lucinda says to the manager morning how are you?the manager replied.Everyone to your position we have to open for the customers he said.All the employees rush to their positions ,now its 8 customers start getting in for shopping Lucinda hasn't sat down yet she is up and down .Where is Lucinda ,the manager ask another till operator who was already on her till rea

I shot a quick text over to my friends about it. Have you all heard about this book club? If we go we get extra credit? – Trixie Yeah! I am going starting today! – Jerica Well it would have been nice if yall told me since I drove yall to school – Abby I haven’t heard of it but not interested this advance placement classes are taking up enough of my time – Janet No worries, Jake is going to pick me up, He can pick you up too Trixie! – Jerica Okay that works – Trixie

In a heartbeat, an ominous feeling arose in my chest. I immediately booted up the vehicle tracking system on my phone. The red dot on the screen showed that my car was currently parked right outside an upscale luxury afternoon tea restaurant on the most bustling commercial street in the city center. I hailed a cab and rushed over. As soon as I reached the entrance of the restaurant, I spotted my car. The doors were wide open. Charlotte, dressed head to toe in designer brands and wearing sunglasses, was leaning against the hood of the car, striking poses. Beside her were three other flamboyantly dressed women, taking photos of her with their phones.

Chris and his group turn and stare at me, and even Pegs herself does a double take from behind the counter. "I told you this was inappropriate," I hissed at her. "They're just admiring. Quit complaining," she hisses back. Rick sees us and smiles, and Hailey slides out of her booth to run over to us. “Missy! You’re here! I brought the pony book! The one you got me at the store!” She is jumping up and down excitedly. “Come here, munchkin,” Brittany bends down and picks her up, “Lets go sit down and you can show your favorite aunt that pony book.”

“We find out what you’re becoming. Before it takes over.” Aiden didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Because something had already shifted inside him. A rustle behind them made him stiffen. Someone had dropped a book on the pavement across the lot and Aiden heard it like it was right beside him. The thud. The sharp intake of breath. The whisper of fabric as the girl stooped to pick it up. His body reacted before his mind could. His head snapped toward the sound, nostrils flaring. He smelled her fear. Not sweat. Not nerves.

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