Bookworm Edwards Co Novels & Stories

Surrounded by the stories I loved. Something that was mine. That had nothing to do with Micaiah or school or the mess my life had become. "One more thing," Edward said as I was leaving. "Employee discount is thirty percent. Use it wisely." "Thirty percent?" "I know. It's dangerous. But it's also the best perk of working here." I left the bookstore feeling lighter than I had in days. Not happy, exactly. The weight in my chest was still there, the numbness still wrapped around everything.

she insisted. “That’s not how bookstores work,” Alex replied. “It is now.” Edith watched them, amused. “Young people,” she murmured. “Always rewriting the rules.” *** By late afternoon, the bookstore had transformed. Everything was in place. Neat. Warm. Inviting. Alex stepped back once more, taking it all in. “This… feels right,” he said. Amara nodded, standing beside him. “It does.” There was a brief silence between them. Not awkward.

Greta and Gabby made their way to Page Turner’s Bookstore just down the street from the Blue Moon Inn. Once inside the warmth of the large shop, Greta was surprised to see a bright modern shop, which included not only a metaphysical section, but my children’s section, too. With soft upbeat music playing in the background, it didn’t take long to find the shopkeeper chatting away to a rather wild looking dog by a fireplace.

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

"You will never cease to amaze me with the words of wisdom that you speak at all times, my lord. You are the perfect definition of a leader. I always look forward to having a conversation with you," "Thank you for your kind words, Ralph." Edwin blushed. They reached the steel door. Edwin used the old key that had been passed down from his father. It slowly squealed open, revealing rows upon rows of thick ledgers, scrolls, and dust-caked tomes. A stale scent filled the room, the men coughed as they walked into the archives. Edwin covered his nose with his sleeves, looking around, confused as to where to start from. "This would be one hell of a work," Ralph commented, looking at the huge stack