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she said to herself as she slowly walked back to her own room, "I won't be able to resist tearing him to pieces." The bell above the door jingled loudly as Ean entered "Lawrence's Books". To the outsider, it looked like a typical new age-bookstore, filled with books about feng-shui and astrology, decks of tarot cards, incense and dream catchers. But all of that was just for show - the real store was in a back room, for customers who wanted things like silver bullets, antique spellbooks, unusual custom-made weapons... and information. The Tenumago were old custumers of the store, which had been owned by the Lawrence family for ages. Ben Lawrence looked up as Ean entered, and grinned. Ben was

Ashley slightly nodded, gave a little signal, and then walked to her small shop first. To advance the clothing store, Ashley opened a bookstore beside the clothing store. That way, students who come to read books at the bookstore can become clothing consumers' targets. Ashley set aside an area in the bookstore and turned it into a small coffee bar. In this way, there will be not only a place to rest and read but also more means of making money. Ashley welcomed Zaryn Vogt into the door, asked her to sit down, then turned around and went to make coffee by herself.

she says, thinking that there are no books in that place. The lady takes out her phone and checks something on it. "Go out, turn left, and two blocks down is Ginebra Co. bookstore. You'll find what you're looking for there," she assures enthusiastically. "They have a lot of children's and young adult literature." "Thank you so much!" Arya says, slowly regaining her faith.

“Do you think the bookstore next to Wixon still has it?” Valencia leaned on the kitchen counter near the sink, tapping her fingers on the ceramic surface. “Yeah, trust me the last time I visited that bookstore down on 2nd street was 2 days ago. it was a recent visit so I’m sure they still have a few left in the Non-fiction section.” The voice on the phone said.

“Reading definitely isn’t my thing.” “Your loss.” No more words were spoken as Alex grabbed a few more non-LGBTQ themed books and headed to the counter. With Seb behind him, he paid and left the bookstore with a bag filled with enough books to last him the semester. They hit the interior decor store next and it being only few blocks from the book store, they walked to it. Alex roamed the shop with Seb giving unsolicited advice on what to get and what to not get. Not taking most of his advice, he shopped and stepped out feeling content with the new wallpaper, bed lamp and bulbs he bought.

I gave it to him and we went inside. I expected a musty shop with a bunch of old books on the shelves with a grandmotherly or grandfatherly person behind the counter, or at the very least, very bookish looking. The shop wasn’t musty, but old books of all kinds filled the shelves. However, the person behind the counter looked like he was the poster child for the ideal goth guy.

“Actually... we can order them on A****n, but the person who wrote them has a store in Edmonton and sells the books there.” “Oh? I have some people in Edmonton right now, I can get them to stop in and pick them up, if you’d like.” “I wouldn’t want to inconvenience them.” “You said it was a store front? Like a bakery store front?”

That Albert wants to scout the whole school and prepare beforehand, and that Hestia wants to get to know the target more. Once that was established, they bid farewell to each other and went their separate ways again. Albert took the bus to the La Florence Academy while Hestia walked a bit further and took the bus that leads to the city centre. There located was a bookshop where the target always buys her stuff for school, or anything that deals with arts and crafts. The front of the bookshop may seem like it was some normal and ordinary bookshop, but it was designed that way— as the owner wants it to look calm and serene for the buyers— but the customers can be guaranteed that all supplies

Besides the fresh ink smell of picture books, the air was also filled with the scent of paper from all kinds of novels, classic literature, and manga. —A werewolf’s keen sense of smell can clearly distinguish how long books have been stored, whether they’re new or old. I had to admit, although this shop looked no more than ten square meters, the selection was surprisingly complete. It even had a few rare illustrated folklore books. Clearly, the owner was a true book lover. I didn’t really know what to look at when I suddenly noticed a printer on the owner’s cashier desk. The printer was rattling nonstop, spitting out pages.

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.