Bookworm Edwards Co Novels & Stories

When they were out of the main drinking area, where the nightclubs and bars were located, Lucas allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. Ema would be pleased. After weeks of failure, they were positive that they would receive exactly what they had been looking for. Astor followed the smell to a little, independent bookshop nestled in between a thrift store and a vegan café. Over the door was a sign that proclaimed ‘Bookmark Haven’ in finely chipped gold paint. Indeed, the bookstore was closed, and all the windows in it were blind, but Lucas was convinced the individuals were still alive in the building.

I mumbled with a full mouth. "There's extra in there. Let's keep moving." We turned the corner into another street lined with low brick buildings. One had a dusty window and a sun-faded sign that read Dog-Eared Pages. "This place is a little gem," Robbie said. "If you ever want to read up on modern stuff written for wolves from the old packs—this is where to do it. They even have books on magic you won't find in human shops." That piqued my interest immediately, but—

She made it through her classes, her mind half-distracted by the thought of the job. As soon as the final lecture ended, she wasted no time heading to the address listed on the pamphlet. The bookstore was tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, small but inviting. A bell chimed softly as she stepped inside, the scent of old books filling her lungs. An older man with kind eyes looked up from behind the counter. “You’re here for the job?” he asked. “Yes,” Amara nodded. “If it’s still available.” He studied her for a moment, as if assessing something deeper than her words. Then, he smiled. “Tell me, do you love books?”

So even though Andrea seemed to be talking for much longer about her boss, reminding him hat Edward was the president of the Larson's group and he was just the CEO of the real estate subsidiary, he couldn't bring himself to continue on the hate train. He had in fact found out that he never really hated edwards, rather, he found himself just really envious of him. Because if he had truly hated him, he wouldn't have read the books published by Edward. Edward had published a few business books which had turned to bestsellers over time because of how much Wisdom he had packed in the books and because Edward knew what and what not to say and also how to make the dumbest of people become business

A sign was next to the large portrait and it read, "Quinn Edward’s book signing event!" Inside the bookstore, Quinn Edwards, dressed in simple jeans and a shirt with her dreadlocks pulled up into a bun was seated behind a small stable at the setup stage in one corner of the bookstore. She wore light makeup with lipgloss on her plump lips. Her look was to encourage her readers and make her more approachable. The table was draped in a white cloth and the top part was stacked with copies of Quinn’s latest book.

Homey. There were no glinting chandeliers or polished marble floors. The space was low-lit, warm, and masculine. A dark leather couch dominated the living room, draped with a fleece throw that looked like it had been dragged off a bed. A punching bag hung in the corner beside a dartboard riddled with holes. The kitchen was neat, almost suspiciously so—counters scrubbed clean, cabinets bare except for protein powder and three unopened bottles of whiskey. But it was the small details that threw me. A stack of books slumped against the wall—wolf history texts, leadership manuals, and, bizarrely, a slim volume of poetry wedged between them like a guilty secret.

I’d locked it before he closed it, not that it mattered… no one would steal a piece of crap car like mine and I kept nothing of value in it. The wind had picked up since I left the restaurant, and I pulled my coat further around me as we walked down the street. “I’m Danielle, by the way. Um, Dani, actually.” “Booker.” “Nice to meet you, Mr. Booker.” “Just Booker.” “Oh. Okay.” He smiled. “You mentioned your club’s yard.” I frowned. “What kind of yard?” “This location’s our wreck ’n’ tow yard. Got other businesses in other locations,” he said vaguely. “Anything with an engine, we can tow, fix or build.”

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.

“Better than that club, at least.” “Exactly.” April disappeared into the back room, returning with a stack of books. She plopped them in front of me. “Here. Keep your hands busy, maybe your brain will stop overloading.” I rolled my eyes but pulled the stack closer. “My brain has stopped overloading, work master.” “Motivator,” she corrected with a grin.