Comic Book Store Guy Novels & Stories

Outside the mall, a cab parked in front of the store and a handsome guy stepped out from the car. He was dressed in a jean trouser and a black t-shirt with smiley Emoji printed on it. His hair was as dark as the coal, his face looked like that of Alfred’s. his scent filled the air as he stepped inside the mall.

Her skin was as fair as porcelain, her features exquisitely beautiful, even more radiant than a movie star! She was wearing a white trench coat and a gentle beret that added to her otherworldly charm! Was he seeing an angel this early in the morning?! "Hello, may I help you with something?" the shopkeeper managed to say, suppressing his excitement. "Where can I find the adult comics?" Diana inquired. "Um... what?" The shopkeeper thought he must have misheard. Diana stood there, observing the bewildered expression on the man's face, thinking he hadn't heard her clearly, she repeated herself.

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.

“Quoting Shakespere the second you walk in the door. Ambitious. You let them see how smart you are, they might just give you a job here.” She turns to Eddy, thinking that he said it, but he is looking past her. Besides, the voice came from somewhere behind her. Turning in that direction, she finds a handsome guy leaning against the wall. He has a back pack slung loosely over his shoulder and his uniform jacket hangs open, with his shirt pulled loose from his pants. He smirks at her and it takes everything inside of her not to blush. Instead, she gives a casual shrug, deepening her voice an octive or two. “Eh. I could use the extra money.”

My paranoia eventually giving into complete exhaustion. The next morning, I check out the area and walk up and down the main street. There are several small restaurants and gift shops. One in particular I find interesting and stop in to. There are black powder handguns lining the walls and various knives and the like. At a second glance, I realize that the whole store is decorated like an old western and even the counter attendant is decked out in cowboy garb. I approach the counter attendant and ask, "Are these for sale or just for looks?"

Zari said and went back downstairs. A tall guy was putting away a couple books on the balcony shelves and he turned when Zari yelled at him. "Hello, I'm Owen, the bookstore owner." "It's beautiful in here," I said in complete awe. "Thank you. It took a while to get up and running." "But it was totally worth it," I nodded my head. "Indeed, it was," he laughed. He looked all over my face. "So how often do you read?" he asked, I felt like he was starting the interview already.

She handed over the Marlboro Blue to the guy. "Thank you, Ate." We both said in unison. Before I went inside my apartment, I checked if I could catch a glimpse of the guy. Tall, fair skinned, and obviously well maintained since childhood. Muscular too, with his shirt almost bursting from his large arms and chest. He probably has the budget for a gym membership. He suddenly turned and leaned on the table set up in front of the store. As he puffed on his cigarette, he just stared ahead as if deep in thought.

“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.”