Comic Book Store Guy Novels & Stories

There is no mate bond, but having him close makes me feel more secure. “I can’t wait for you to see this.” He rubs his thumb on the top of my hand as he leads me to a store. It’s rare Bronx gets so excited about surprising me. We approach a bookstore with a dusty, old window display. In gold paint, there is a picture of a pan flute and a goat. The images are peeling and sundried as if they’ve been there forever. Over the pictures are the words ‘The Barded Goat Used & Collectible Books’.

“Stop laughing at me, I’m not joking…” Fabian put up his hand to stop his men from laughing, and they both stopped and cleared their throats. We walked to the mall's entrance, where the owner greeted us with a smile. He looks so much smaller than me, and he has a big stomach and a lot of beard on his face. He takes off his sunglasses and says, "Welcome to my humble mall center! I'm glad to see you, Mister Collins." The old fat guy winked at me and kissed the back of my knuckles. I pulled away from him right away, which made him look disgusted. Urgh.

I say with a shrug and she gets a thoughtful look. "You really don't spend time with any other people?" She asks and I take a deep breath before moving closer to her and lowering my voice. "If I tell you, you promise never to tell another soul?" I ask seriously. She nods, eyes wide as she waits for my next words. "On Sundays, I go to a comic book store and play Dungeons and Dragons with a few other guys." I say and rather than laughing at me, like I thought she would, she gets a wide smile and looks up at me with her twinkling green eyes.

the man said, extinguishing his cigarette as soon as he saw us enter. I took a quick look around the store. It wasn’t too spacious, but it had a wide variety of goods, indicating that his business wasn’t doing too badly. As Marie had said, it was only us who couldn’t escape the pain. The man before me seemed to have long forgotten that he once took a life. At my signal, our bodyguards moved in and quickly restrained him, leaving him no chance to react. “Who are you? Let go of me, or I will call the police! There are cameras in this store!” he stammered in fear.

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.

Especially unrequited ones. My hands had blessedly stopped shaking by the time we'd reached the store. I'd chosen this one because it was all high-end and hand-crafted imports from Hickory. But as we strolled around, his attention never landed on anything in particular and I suspected he wasn't in the same room as me. When a salesperson headed our way, I squared my shoulders, determined to snap Matt out of his funk. "Can I help you two today?" Ick. The guy was smarmy. His gaze darted between my chest and my face. His girth jutted over his belt, his black comb-over was slicked with gel, and he smelled like cheese.

Another little person to fill their souls with happiness. As he was about to pay for the items, an older man approached him with a smile on his face. He returned the greeting, although awkwardly, and handed the money to the young cashier behind the register. “You must be Gunner Travis, right?” he asked, the smell of cigar emanating from his breath as he stood closer to Gunner. “Yes, that’s me,” he replied, trying to make it out of the store as fast as he could, but with the man next to him, it would be impossible.

He went straight to the bookshelf at the back of the shop. “Are you new here?” a sudden grumpy voice followed him behind. “Uh….” Ryan almost jumped off at the voice. He turned around to see an old man about above fifty years old, approached him, trudging. “Hello, I’m the owner of this bookstore.” That man replied, his voice shaking, “I’m Nicholas, you can call me Nick.” “Yeah, I’m new here, just moved yesterday down the alley,” he stated, holding a crime novel.

She chided as Danie parked his car. "I'm not a racer Carriewhite and neither am I insane. " answered Danie. "Again with that. Calling me insane." Asserted jessica entering the store. At the counter they stood and out the door behind the desk came a very tall gentleman with long brown hair held in a ponytail. A grey beard, full ear piercings and tattoos all over his arms from the neck. On his left hand filled similar tattoos with that of the dead boy Anthony which jessica noticed on the first sight of him.

That was how this wrinkled middle-aged man appeared inside the store. Chase walked in to see the store selling corpses of savage monsters. There were bones, incarcerated limbs, furs, and even their young. A man who looked like the store assistant approached Chase when he entered. "What would you like to buy, sir?" the store assistant asked. Chase looked around. "You don't need to attend to me. It's my first time here, and I'd like to have a look around." Chase rejected the man's offer, so the store assistant let Chase walk around on his own as he turned to serve the next customer. There were many customers in the store, after all. He could not attend to each and every one of them.