Comic Book Store Guy Novels & Stories

‘You may pick out anything in the store you like, but I’m not for sale. The bell over the door jingled, but he ignored it. ‘How about coffee, then?’ Seeing her sister rush inside saved Rachel from spitting out an answer. Spotting her, Penny slid to a halt with a clattering of bangle bracelets and an annoyed roll of her eyes. A young man with a blond ponytail and serious five o’clock shadow eased into the store. With an insolent gait, he strolled to her sister’s side. Hooking his thumbs into his baggy denim jeans, he rolled his slim shoulders inside his black leather jacket decorated with silver studs and fringe. On first glance Rachel pegged him as either a gang member or drug dealer. Or bot

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.

THREE Saturday “Here he comes,” Kevin Ellison muttered as we browsed over a table filled with used comic books at the Commons Trailer Park Yard Sale. I glanced up and, sure enough, there was Jake Burns peddling his clunky old bike down the fairway toward us. I snorted and returned my attention to an issue of Rom: Space Knight. “Peachy.” “Y’know, he really seems to dig you,” whispered Gary McNamara from the other side of the table, where he was perusing an issue of Thor. “I mean really. Like you’re best buds or something.”

This guy isn't that boy right?! But... How come..! This man doesn't even look like a 14 year-old boy, he looks about in his early 20's. How is that possible?! Until he was carried away by the guy, Caden was still stunned into silence. "Meow~" He sounded looking at the guy. They should be about a few kilometers away from that store. If this man is here, then who is that person in the store? Caden felt an oncoming headache so he didn't think about it anymore, anyway, he is now sold.

Caroline’s Point of View The moment I step into the store, I can already tell something is different. The usual calm atmosphere is replaced with an excited buzz, the kind of energy that only happens during a sale or a promotional event. Customers crowd around the display cases, their eyes wide with fascination, and laughter occasionally ripples through the room. That’s when I see him. Alessandro Luca Romano, the Italian whirlwind himself, standing at the center of it all, looking like he owns the place.

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.

“I can’t agree more! Did you see how they pass the ball at each other? Doesn’t it remind you of playing with your friends too?” The old man chuckled again. “Yes. Yes, of course. Sadly, my body is not what it used to be. That’s why I enjoy watching them play nowadays.” Gilbert faked a cough and nudged Jai on the side, reminding the thunder boy what they’re really here for. “Oh, umm. Excuse me, uncle. We’re looking for a magazine store nearby.” Jai said. “Why, I have one.” The man turned around and pointed to the magazine store across the street. The man turned to them again. “Come by my shop and let’s talk there. What do you like? Coffee or tea?”