Comic Book Store Guy Novels & Stories

He keeps walking and enters a store. “Where are you going?” I ask Camden. “Nowhere.” He tells me. I see this huge muscle-bound guy walk up to our table and I am slightly worried. Camden has a few words with him and the guy leaves. He walks into the same store as Jared. “Who the fuck was that?” Aaron asks. “He is one of Uncle Nick’s guys. He was here getting coffee when I saw him. I just told him who we saw and he is going to follow him.” Camden explains.

Did a unicorn threw up in this store? I didn’t want the blinding interiors of this place but unfortunately, I was stuck with these fools, and I wasn’t about to let Mason’s smug face buy out the entire store. I’ve never really liked colorful shits but maybe I could suck it up a little bit for the sake of the princess baby. But fuck, I missed my skull collection. A young male staff member approached us. He was all polished smiles while he clasped his hands together, his expression a little too enthusiastic.

“Still don’t get it.” Scott pulled two crumpled plastic bags from his pocket. “Look. These’ll hold about a hundred cans an bottles each. If we fill em up, we can get close to ten bucks. We’ll split it, five bucks each.” Scott winked. “I was over at Brooks Pharmacy yesterday. Guess what they just got?” Jesse smiled hopefully. “New comics?” “You bet. Secret Defenders, The Hulk . . . an Dr. Strange.” “Cool.” Jesse paused. “Wait. You don’t read comics. What’re you gonna buy with your split?”

In fact, he remained facing the counter while the other two stared at the approaching person. By the entrance of the antique store, there was a tall and buff man standing there. This man had a leather pant, combat boots, and a sleeveless leather jacket on him. His chest was opened bare and one could see the amount of tattoos he had from his neck down to his waist. It gave off a rebellious vibe; the kind that a lot of ‘good girls’ like a lot.

"Are you sure? You look as pale as a ghost. Do you need to come to my office and lie down for a bit?" "No. I'm fine. Just a bit light-headed. I'll get over it soon. Really. Don't worry." As I limped into the store, I saw him, standing there in the aisle between the rack of hammers and the rack of drills, in a fucking white T-shirt and a pair of slim-fit jeans, with his signature shit-eating smile on his face. Lucas Fucking Farrow. What the fuck is he doing here in a hardware store?! My mouth was open, but there was no sound coming out of it.

Lucien kept sneaking glances at Zayn, still amazed by how composed he looked, how Zayn looked like he owned the place even though he didn’t. They reached a large, colorful store filled with shelves stacked high with books, posters, and figures of superheroes. Lucien’s eyes widened instantly. “Wait… this is—” “A comic store,” Zayn finished for him. “ Thought you might like it.” Lucien gasped and turned his whole body to Zayn. “You… really?” Zayn smirked, the corner of his mouth lifting in that way that made Lucien’s stomach flip. Lucien almost dropped the PS5 box from excitement. His eyes sparkled as he looked inside. “Can I… can I really—?”

Once Leo recovered a little from the embarrassment, he felt annoyed with the man. “Why did you even look in the first place?” he asked. He placed his iced coffee on the table with a thump and glared. The man simply laughed. “I work for a publishing company so I check out anything that looks like a book. Everyone knows that people who write in coffee shops are future bestselling authors,” he replied with a wry smile. “I will give you my business card so you will believe me.”

(Book Store Clerk) This is the 10th book store that I have made my stop at, after I left Honey Art Studio, and every time I visited a book stores since the first one, I would buy educational books, text books, law books, engineering, arts, computer, sciences I even bought magazine and child books, not to mentions all the philosophy and self development books, That the stores has, Usually when I made a stop, I would stroll up to one of the bookshelf, then I just pointed all of the selves and bought everything in it and on their stocks. And after the 2nd store, the store clerk will always give the same look, ‘is this real’ look, and I just pointed at my bodyguards and they immediately packed e

“That’s Tom. He’s harmless, mostly. But if he starts talking about voices under the floor, don’t listen.” “Good to know,” I said, standing. “Thanks for breakfast. And the unsolicited horror lore.” She laughed. “You’ll fit right in.” The bell above the door chimed as I stepped into the next store. The man behind the counter — tall, gruff, built like an oak tree — looked up from a shelf of hammers. “Morning. What can I help you with?” “Roof nails, duct tape, and possibly holy water.” He grinned. “Sorry, we’re fresh out of miracles. You new in town?”

It was as if we were caught doing something naughty. “I, uh- we were looking for sex toys” I reply nervously and a bit of embarrassment. The guy with the pink Mohawk regards us, it was so unnerving. “You’ve never shopped for sex toys before have you?” I shake my head. A big smile takes over his face, before he ushers us deeper into the store. “Well, my name is Tom and let me introduce you to this amazing world” We stop in the middle and we gasp. I feel like I’ve just stepped inside a porn shop. What the hell have I gotten myself into?