Book Pick Me Up Novels & Stories

Will this actually work? Around three, I give up on the book and decide to do something productive. I pull out my phone and look up the coffee shop, Brewed Awakening. Check the reviews, look at photos. It looks perfect. Busy but not overwhelming. The kind of place where you could have a private conversation without being completely isolated. I'm still scrolling through photos when my phone rings. Rhys. "Hey," I answer. "Everything okay?" "Yeah, just checking in. How's your day going?"

I'll be back as soon as I get my book. "Fine." "I'm taking Connor's old car!" I grabbed the keys from the rack before heading to the garage and hopping inside the black range rover. Why, out of all of my books, would Elijah borrow that specific book? Mom knows that it isn't for borrowing, which I had a label on it and Elijah even knows how valuable that book is to me and he hates classical novels. So why even borrow a book that you won't even read? I pulled in front of their house, stepping out of the car and headed straight to the door in which I rang the doorbell. In a span of a few minutes, the door opened and it revealed Reyna, Elijah’s little sister, the girl I used to babysat almost ev

The weird thing is, Bear seemed to want me, the way he was in that place, the way he calls me little lamb, but he hasn’t even tried yet. “Let’s leave.” Bear gets up and walks out, holding the elevator for us. Stepping in, I find myself wedged between them both, and it just makes me smile. The day is spent, as they said, shopping. Walking around the bookstore, I pick up books and read the back of them. I need a new book; I’ve read the others already. “Interesting read, little kitten?” I hear Gunner behind me. Turning, I smile at him. “I don’t know. I haven’t read it yet,” I mutter, my eyes glancing down, but his hand grips my chin and stops me.

We continue browsing, picking up a few more books like nursery rhymes and baby guides. "Put these on my tab," Bill says when we reach the register. "It's my treat." "Are you sure?" I ask, furrowing my brow. "Absolutely," Bill says with a smile. "Consider it a thank you for putting up with me today." ******************** Bill calls his driver to pick us up from the bookstore, and soon enough, a sleek, comfortable car pulls up to the curb. We slide into the back seat, our bags full of books nestled between us, and the driver greets us with a nod before pulling smoothly into traffic.

I crawled toward it, stomach flat against the bed, and peeked. “Hey, just woke up. Yeah, sure. I’m going to the bookstore anyway.” I grinned and typed back, fingers flying. “What time are we heading out?” “After lunch?” “Yeah, just let me know. I’ll pick you up.” “It’s fine, I have my car. Let’s just meet at the store.” “Let’s see.” “Hade, for real. Don’t bother coming all the way here.” I stared at the last message and smiled. Like I’d listen.

I just needed something. My phone buzzed, I Instantly reflexed: I snatched it up like a raccoon catching a snack. Just some stupid spam alert. A literal ad telling me my “sleeping pattern is terrible.” “and why I should get soft and choose bed to have a nice rest” Thanks, but no thanks. “Wow,” Maya whispered from behind me.“You're down bad.” “Please don’t narrate my desperation,” I muttered. Before she could roast me further, Nia Brooks entered the bookstore with her little minions. The three girls who followed her around like she was Beyoncé reincarnated.

Pearl looked at the book Frank held out to her. It was the Bukowski book Rhys had been looking though. She smiled and placed it in the bag with the other books and thanked Frank. She headed to her car, still smiling from the interaction and how amazing her day was turning out to be. She continued with her errands, grabbing a quick late lunch and stopping for a few things she needed.

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

It is in stock. I pause, it’s in a different position. Someone found it..oh my Goodness I’m freaking out. It better be you “S”.. Please let it be you who found the book again.. I freak out even more, I run to climb up the aisle to pick it up. Who would keep it here? Is it you S? I pick up the book and take in a long breathe. The only thing on my mind right now, instead of panicking about it because it might not be S who touched it.

She took a deep breath and faced her professor again, looking more relaxed. “I can’t emphasize enough how important it is for you not to suck at this. Do you get that?” “Yes Mr. Bailey. I will do everything that I can not to mess all of this up.” “Alright. You can start anytime you want. Inside the store is a laptop that contains the ordering system for the entire bookstore. The visitors and the customers already know that the mini bookstore exists. All you need to do to send out the books they’d want delivered to their addresses. You can deliver it yourself or via currier. That should not be that hard.”