Comic Book Store Guy Novels & Stories

, I asked panicking still holding the vase. The man turned towards me. He had a grin on him. He was quite handsome, clean shaven and had the same colour of eyes as Zen's dressed in suit. He came towards me holding a smile on his face. "I guess we haven't meet yet", he said to me still grinning. "You dont know me but I do know you". I looked at him confused. "You are Haru Salvador. Your parents are Andre and Sakura Salvador. You work at Mode offices. And recently you are involved with a guy name Zen Kirishima who also happens to be the crown prince of Japan" , he narrated out as if he has been stalking me for months.

It is located in an open space in the park, but there are layers of trees behind the store, and the store faces the street. There are bicycles of various colors hanging on the wall in the store, and Maya can't tell the difference between them, only that they all have no wheels. There are also many booths on the ground, but they are all complete. The young man behind the counter greeted Damian when he saw him, and greeted him from a distance: "Damian, the transmission you ordered hasn't arrived yet, why are you here today?" Damian nodded: "I’m not here for the transmission. The frame I put here, can you take it out and show her?" After explaining, he turned to Maya and introduced, "This is Br

Chapter 2 “if your daddy doesn't bring my money in the next thirty minutes, I bet you, you'll kick the bucket.” AHEM he cleared his throat, adjusting his red polka dotted tie. He took a long drag from his cigar and then plodded out. Wincing and groaning I tugged the manacles but it was futile. Minutes later, the bald dude and bulry guy on red T-shirt processed in. “That chair that you are sitting on. Do you know it's an electric chair?”

Benjamin played the big role of an older brother to him, a driver, secretary, and more importantly, he always had his back. Knowing he was going to have a bad dream yet again, he had notified him of an available first edition comics whose abridged edition was trash. He had to get there on time. He hated the slightest touch on any book he was going to buy since he was getting it himself. He had disguised himself in such a way that no one could recognize him. Not even the paparazzi! He walked into the book store filled with the stench of old books, asking the front desk about the available first edition books.

She almost drop the book she's holding. "You killed the crap outta me! I asked if there was anyone here but no one answered so I stepped in. I'm sorry," Chassy apologized. The guy laughed. It made Chassy looked at him and thought the guy was crazy. "This shop isn't mine but I love the old books here. The name's Jaxzim, call me Jax for short," Jax said and took a book from the shelf. "What's your name?" "My name's Chassy. I thought you owned the place. So uh... who owns this place?" Chassy asked.

Asher parks the car in a spot close to the door and they climb out. When they get into the store, Asher freezes. There is just so much.. stuff. Feathers, flowers, beads, paints, canvasas, fabric. There are three aisles of yarn. Just different colors and different styles of yarn. Why? He has no idea where to go, but apparently Danny does. He walks down the row of aisles until he apparently finds what he is looking for. An aisle full of scraps of leather. Apparently leather working is a thing that people do?

“Yeah, but not all of them. I’ve done a lot of reading on the subject, and I mean it when I say they might hoard stamps.” “Or books,” he suggested. “Ohhh, now that would be suuuper sexy,” I responded, thinking of a big red dragon as keeper of the world’s biggest library. There was another chuckle, and it had a kind of knowing tone to it I didn’t understand. Like I was missing an inside joke. “I’m glad you think that’s sexy,” his voice rumbled low and alluring through the speakers. “It is. I work in a bookstore. Not sure I ever told you that,” I confessed. “I love books.”

For a second, he paused, his brain restarting before he threw the box into the boot and turned around. Behind him were four of his friends, in their old pickup truck. Old ones anyway. Matteo, Abel, Sinclair and Lewis. What the fuck were they doing here? "What were you doing in that store?" Matteo asked, tilting his head towards it. None of your fucking business was hanging at the tip of his tongue but he decided not to get on the defensive, considering they hadn't spoken in a while. "What's wrong with it?" He stared at him like the question was stupid. "That's a literal LGBT store. It's owner only takes in his people. Hell, the receptionist who is pretty as fuck, is a guy."

There was a light at the end of the tunnel. Tabitha shrugs at the same time the bakery door opens and a well-dressed man in a pair of brown loafers, khakis, and a button-down blue shirt steps into the storefront. He's not part of the motorcycle club, and he doesn't have enough muscle to be on Ridge's team. "Give me a large coffee to go," he demands as soon as he's in the space and then stomps across to the register and places three one-dollar bills on the counter.

We followed Amber into the shop, and I was immediately hit with that distinctive smell of new merchandise and plastic packaging. The place was impressive, well-organized sections for different genres, a wall of collectible figures, racks of manga in both English and Japanese, even a small café area in the back. Amber made a beeline for the shonen manga section, and Cynthia drifted after him. I was examining a display of vintage posters when I heard a familiar voice. "No way. Is that an original cel from the '98 series?" I turned slowly and found myself face to face with Bryan and Devian.