Book Pick Me Up Novels & Stories

Chloe hung up, placed her phone back on the nightstand and closed her eyes, but sleep didn't come. ____________ When Chloe pulled into Bryce's father's driveway, she was relieved to see his Mercedes parked beside his dad's pickup. She pulled her car on the other side of the truck and grinned at how the expensive car flanked the beat-up old piece of family history. According to Bryce, his father had refused to get rid of the truck even if he had gifted him a new one. The man couldn't seem to let go of the old truck and Bryce was tired of trying to get him to do it.

"Can I get a look at the new arrivals?" "Of course," the lady nodded. "Right this way if you may ma'am." Najmah trailed behind her, gazing at various isles of books. They stopped by a counter which was marked 'New arrivals' boldly. She picked a few that caught her eyes then paid using her card. Promising to drrop by again when she had free time, she waved a goodbye at the lady then stepped out of the bookstore. Najmah picked a few books that caught her eyes then paid using her card. She said goodbye to the lady after promising to drop by when she had free time.

sigh. I walk up the steps and into the book shop, the bell at the door jingles as I open the door and walk in and the elderly man smiles kindly at me as I walk in. [ Hello there sweety I'm Benjamin, how can I help you this evening? ] { Hello Benjamin, I'm looking for books about Mythology }

There is no mate bond, but having him close makes me feel more secure. “I can’t wait for you to see this.” He rubs his thumb on the top of my hand as he leads me to a store. It’s rare Bronx gets so excited about surprising me. We approach a bookstore with a dusty, old window display. In gold paint, there is a picture of a pan flute and a goat. The images are peeling and sundried as if they’ve been there forever. Over the pictures are the words ‘The Barded Goat Used & Collectible Books’.

It’s got old wood floors that creak when you walk, the kind of lighting that makes everything feel warm and safe, and shelves packed with books that smell like ink and comfort. Usually, it helps. But not that day. I picked up a book with a pretty cover. Didn’t even read the back. Just walked it to the counter and bought it like I knew what I was doing. I think I just wanted something to hold. Something that wouldn’t ask me questions. Afterward, I sat in my car. The book sat on the passenger seat, all shiny and unread, and I just stared out the windshield at nothing in particular. Then, surprise,I checked my phone again.

He went on, "I'm Finn, by the way." I responded with a smile, "Rose. You can call me Ro." "Nice to meet you, Ro. So, what brings you to the bookstore today?" "Just getting a book for my mum. She's a big fan of Pride and Prejudice. How about you? Any particular book catching your eye?" Finn gestured towards the novel in my hands, "Actually, I was thinking of giving this one a shot. Classic literature has a certain charm, don't you think?"

I checked my phone to see that it was nearing the end of my lunch break. "Be ready at six," Nikki instructed me. "I'll pick you up from your apartment." A large grin spread over my face, mimicking her mischievous expression. "I'll see you then." ——— "Sir," I hesitantly pushed open my boss's door. "Is now a good time for me to sort out the filing cabinet?" It was now three in the afternoon, and everything else on my list was done. "Yes," he replied without looking up from his work. "That should be fine."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and followed him into the shop. The door creaked as we pushed it open, and a wave of stale air hit me. The room was dimly lit, the weak light filtering in from a small window near the ceiling. Shelves lined the walls, stacked high with strange, dust-covered items. Old books, trinkets, and artifacts that I couldn’t even begin to understand. The scent of ancient paper and old wood filled my lungs as I stepped further into the shop, the floorboards creaking beneath my feet.

They would back her and shun me if they knew. She could easily get back at me. Yet, she didn’t do it. She held everything to her chest, carrying anything else that I chose to throw at her. “I wouldn’t say no to some,” I told her, clearing my throat. “I know which bookstore that is. Mr. Pemberton is like a bloodhound. He’s able to find books of any kind that you’re looking for. I'm sure that Piper will love whatever you get her. Why don’t you also look for some for yourself?” I suggested.

Luckily, I got out, and I'm gonna do my best not to fuck up. an hour later Back on the T, I followed my PO’s directions, written down on a post-it note, to a dank bookstore in a small town about twenty minutes from Brockton in search of a book about turning my life around. 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.