Book Pick Me Up Novels & Stories

I dropped my bag picked up some of my books and phone before heading out to wait for her to finish whatever it is she went to the washroom to do when someone bumped into me causing all my books to fall down, thank goodness my phone didn't get broken or damaged, after almost loosing it yesterday I've come to love it, getting a new one was triublesome I bent down to pick up my books and phone when the person stepped on one of my books instead of apologizing Picking up the ones on the floor exempting the one he was stepping on i frowned "Don't you know courtesy!!! Instead of apologizing you're been rude and on top of that you're been a maniac too, you're lucky my phone's not broken" I muttered

I blurt out, trying so hard to keep my voice down. “ I'm here to pick up a couple of books, ma'am,” Kai utters.

I ran some leave in conditioner and gel through my curls before pinning back the sides with Bobby pins. When I went out to the living room, Bishop was looking at my books. “You have quite a nice collection here,” he said, picking up my well worn copy of ‘Gone with the Wind.” “Thanks. Books are kind of my thing.” “His Majesty said you own a bookstore and that you plan on hiring a store manager.” “I promoted my friend to the store manager. She’s been with me since I bought the shop.” “Wise. Someone who already knows the business.” I nodded as he shelved Margaret Mitchell’s classic. “So, I’m sure you’re curious about what is going to happen next.”

The ones who would find the book in October and November and January and March and in the years after that. Who were in their own specific, particular long middles right now. Who did not yet know that the other side existed. Who were going to find out. Because someone had gone and asked. And had written it down. As though every word was worth writing down. Because it was. My phone buzzed. Not a reader message. Not Vivian. Not Adaeze. Ethan. A message I had not expected on a Tuesday in October. "I bought the book this morning. I read it in one sitting. I need to tell you something. Not about us. About the book. Can I call?"

I sighed. I did miss my friend. One of us was always busy, and it felt like we were drifting further apart every day. There had to be a way for us to connect again. “We could go to the diner for burgers and then the bookstore sometime,” Amy suggested. “Turn the Page got a shipment of used books this week.” Yay! Amy must miss spending time with me too. And Turn the Page is the best used bookstore in the city. Amy and I went there several times a month in my old life.

butterflies in my stomach I avert my eyes. When I turn to Carla, I see she’s gone. I sigh. I take out my phone and go into my bookstore. I pick out a book out of the Piper Rayne collection, the two of them have to be one of my all-time favorite authors. I read the book while I wait for Carla to return. She told me she’d let me know if she left. I am so focused on my book I didn’t realize until he spoke up that he was beside me. “So, miss Library what you doing reading in a bar?” the guy I was looking at earlier asks.

I want to read! I stood up the sofa and half run to the books. Damn all my fav’s are here! This is heaven! I got a book entitled ‘The stars of us’. Just as I was about to read the first page of the book, my phone vibrated from my pocket. Ohhh, it’s Elocin. I know what she wants, probably can wait to hear what I was gonna say so she would like to talk about it on the phone. Gosh! “Hello” I answered.

“Oh, sorry. I just wanted to know if I can come pick you up now.” “Yes, you can.” “Okay. I'll see you in 10.” “10? Is your–” I wanted to ask if his workplace was near but he had ended the call. I continued browsing through the books noting what I'd like to read the next time I'm here. I know I have found a safe haven here. Packing the books I want to read currently, I dropped them at Claire's table and she bid me goodbye after going through the books and letting me know when I should return them.

But even as I walked away, a sense of foreboding wrapped around me, leaving me unsettled, as if the ground beneath me had shifted ever so slightly, and nothing would ever be the same again. My phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me from my thoughts. Another delivery request. I glanced at the screen, relieved to see a name that wasn't Luke's. In a dorm house far from The Riverbend Apartments. "I'll take it," I said to myself, swiping to accept the order. The antique book rested on my passenger seat, its leather-bound cover drawing my eyes every few minutes as I drove. There was something about that book—something unsettling and yet oddly comforting.

I answer. "That's correct." "Let me guess," I say, "you want to meet after work?" I'm so excited she called that I can barely contain myself. "Yes, that's why I'm calling," she responds stiffly. "Starbucks? Buy your own lattes about 9:15?" "That will be fine. I'll pick it up in a little bit." "Just so I have the title correct, that's the fantasy book you're looking for this time not the how to book, correct?"