Comic Book Store Guy Novels & Stories

I heard that he got hurt like that because they had saved a young baby that was kidnapped by the hunters, and I dared to call him a monster, no but what an idiot I am. No wonder he doesn't want to see me anymore. The store is full, as if people are more and more interested in books. I watch her without saying anything, for once she's really working, I'm not going to interfere. Sitting behind the counter, I take care of cashing the money and writing the receipts. "Hello Penelope. " I look up to see who it is. It's the man from last time. Brad? Bill? I've completely forgotten what his name is. He smiles at me, bringing out his dimples. He's really very handsome.

Hopefully. I have just stepped off the bus when I see him. The mystery man from last night. Diablo Romano. He is walking into one of those expensive clothing stores, the kind that probably only takes appointments and not walk-ins. A beautiful dark suit rests on a mannequin in the window, looking exactly like the one he wore. Somehow, he wears it better. Above the door, the name Giuseppe's is written in gold italics. I do not even know what makes me do it. I blame my feet. I want to walk straight to college, but my feet have a mind of their own. They take me across the road, up the steps, and through the glass door of the store before I can stop myself.

I walk up to the cashier to pay. It's a young man with the stores logo stamped in his shirt with his funny looking heart. He is very handsome, he looks like a model standing behind the desk like that. He looks so out of place. “Hi,” he says to me as I start to offload my cart. “Hello, how is work?” I try to be as friendly as possible. “Good.” He says. He can't stop smiling. He checks everything and calls out the total for me. I take out my purse and pay.

Smiling, I stuffed my hands into my pockets and wandered casually down the aisle toward the sales counter, pretending the man’s shadowed face didn’t bother me. “You’re open late,” I noted, sidestepping the man’s question, “especially considering all the other stores on this street are closed.” As I neared the counter, the shadows pulled back to reveal (much to my relief) an ordinary, if slightly weathered face. With a neatly trimmed white beard matching his hair, the guy could’ve been anywhere from his late forties to early sixties. He was smiling amicably, revealing white, even teeth. “As Mr. Handy always says, you never know when someone’s going to get an itch for what they need. So we try

“Thanks. Gonna need brain-bleach to get rid of that image.” Cassie chuckles and takes a half-bow. “My pleasure.” I sigh, doing my best to repress images of Martha Wilkins (all three-hundred pounds of her) enjoying the latest Mills & Boon novel, say Midnight in the Desert, Midnight in the Summer, or, predictably, Midnight in the Harem. “All right, then. You’re free. Nothing coming until Monday morning. Got a shipment of comic books due. The York Book Emporium from Pennsylvania is sending us some of their overstock.”

"Nonsense. They know you'll be here. I figured I'd keep it a surprise so you couldn't come down with the flu before getting in the car." He laughs at his own joke then places a small kiss on my temple. His warm lips remove some of my apprehension. The store is well lit and inviting. I hate to admit I had labeled, but this isn't what I expected at all. Maybe Finn is right and I do have a horrible stereotype of his people. Whenever I envision a comic store, they're dusty, closed off, and full of people dressed up as wizards. Everyone here is casual, but normal — maybe a little heavy on the color black, but hey, it's a slimming color.

Since we had time before we met up with Robert, and Beth we decided to go to the comic book store Chastity told me about. As soon as we walked in the door a huge smile spread across my face. Chastity hadn’t been wrong about the amount of Marvel items they had. I heard Chastity giggle, and I looked at her questioningly. “You should see your face right now. You look like a pup in a candy store.” Chastity said between her giggles. “I guess I kind of am.” I responded with a chuckle. “Go look around.”

It's going to be so stressful to go back home to get a debit card and come back to the store to pay for the items. "You should be grateful the store is not at a far distance," my subconscious mind said and I sighed. "I am going to pay for it," I suddenly heard a husky voice and I looked up immediately. It was an unfamiliar guy and he actually wanted to pay for what I bought. I wanted to speak up but I shut my lips immediately. He is just going to save my ass. He was tall and dark in color, he looked mature and should be around the same age as Tyler.

“The Zane brothers comic book store. Yes. I figured you haven’t been here in a while.” I quirk a brow. “You figured?” He rolls his eyes, “Okay fine. I asked them for a favour. They said it’s been a while since you were last here, and I figured you want a refill for your comics.” I do need a refill. I read all the ones I had. And heavens know I wouldn’t have come here on my own any time soon. “Is that a bit.. a no?” he asks, biting his lip and his eyes searching my face.

I stayed until my body had stopped producing warmth, and then I dragged myself up the opposite bank and lay on the grass for a moment with my face turned to the sky. The stars were very clear. I got up. Time to heal in the human way. __________________ The shop sat at the edge of a small road. From the looks of it, it was a place that sold everything without organising any of it. It had a single white light above the door that drew moths in lazy circles. A man sat behind the counter reading something, unbothered by the odd hour. A 24 hour store. How convenient. He looked up when I came in. Slowly, his eyes narrowed, moving from my face to the soaked shirt in my hands and then he put the pape