Booktok Bookshelf Novels & Stories

Each shelf was marked with the type of book it contained. "Kayla should take magic and spells," I said, guiding her to the correct section. She ran her finger down the dusty spines, pausing at a heavy book titled "The History of Elementals." She pulled the massive cream leather book off the shelf and settled in the corner, crossing her legs and resting the book on her lap. She turned the yellowed pages, running her finger over the black embossed words.

Holy. Lena closed the door, her hand skimming the edge as if shutting a holy vessel. She did not rush to turn off the lights. Rather, she walked between the shelves, letting her fingertips trace worn spines and whitened covers, breathing in the scent of paper and years. The bookstore was her sanctuary. Her cathedral.

Her movements were precise and her focus was sharp. "Where are these going?" she asked. "The shelf." "Which shelf?" "The one by the window." Tasha carried the books to the shelf and arranged them in a neat row. The spines were straight and the colors were coordinated and the sight was satisfying. "That is beautiful," I said. "That is basic." "That is beautiful." Tasha shrugged and her silver eyes were soft. "You need more shelves." "I need more everything." "Same thing." Benita arrived with a tray of tea and a plate of biscuits. Her brown eyes were bright and her smile was warm.

On that account, Evy can relate to her shock. It was also the second-largest room in the house with the ballroom taking first. The height of each shelf was something to be astounded about as they almost reached the ceiling. Whereas the books stacked together all in meticulous fashion. "Are all these allowed to be borrowed?" As the woman began to look at the spines of books and touch them in fever.

he said. “Really?” I asked, curiosity lacing my voice. He nodded once. “You’ll see.” I followed him to the library, the scent of old pages and cedar filled the air. To the left, I noticed a new shelf, small, polished, and unlike the grand spiral ones towering around us. My gaze caught on a delicate gold tag at the top: ‘The Juliens.’ My lips curved without meaning to. He set the books down carefully, arranging them as though they were fragile pieces of our story.

Blake was back by the time she returned to the living room, and he gave a low whistle. Shasta grinned impishly. "You like?" "I like. A lot. I'll especially like peeling it off of you later." His tone made her tummy flutter, and she felt the twinge all the way to her nether regions. Blake settled into his chair with the book he'd started the night of the storm. "Help yourself to the bookshelf," he told Shasta. She stood before the tall wooden shelf and gazed in wonder. "You have all kinds of books here."

Alex became red in the face and scratched his nape as he trailed behind me, when the book assistant silenced him with a ‘‘Ssshhh’’ command, because some people were reading silently at the far corner. ‘‘No need…’’ I whispered, waving my hand. ‘‘I’ve been to this place before…’’ This bookstore wasn’t that big and not crowded. There’s actually another one down the street which was so much bigger and looked like the headquarters, while this one was most likely a branch office for the bookstore. But I liked it here more. I tapped my finger on my chin, looking up at the titles of the biography books that were arranged alphabetically on the upper shelf.

I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read. "Ella, stop slouching around and get to work" my manager yells at me, there was no one in the shop while I was sitting around here. I looked up to see a woman standing next to the register, I huffed angrily and put the book away before walking over to the nice looking lady. "Hi ma'am, how may I help you?" I ask the woman, she was only about five feet tall, with brown long hair and brown eyes. "Hello, I'm here for the new werewolf story" she says looking at me, I tried my best to hide under my own overgrown bangs.

Maybe our connection wasn’t meant to be, so no matter how we were brought together we still didn’t end up together. A few moments later, I’d found the books I wanted to buy. I placed them in my arms, then walked over to Kevin, who was sitting on the reading sofa. This bookstore has a tiny reading room with only two reading sofas separated by a small round table. A reading lamp stands beside each sofa. On the table sits a small flowerpot serving as decoration. The reading room floor is carpeted, and next to my sofa are two vending machines.

I asked. "Enough to keep me in business at the best job in the world." She turned back to look at me and beamed. She stopped, pointing to a back corner. "Starting at this shelf all the way to the wall. I'll be here all night so let me know if I can help you with anything. Name is Betty." "Thank you, Betty," I said, turning to the ten to fifteen bookshelves stacked from the floor to the ceiling. It would take me days to get through all that. "Actually…something more specific. What books have named demons in them?"