Comic Book Store Guy Novels & Stories

In jeans, hoodie, looking like the world’s most suspiciously handsome vagrant. He pushed off the post when he saw me. “Hey,” he said. “Bookstore girl.” “Border wolf,” I replied. His mouth twitched. “Touché.” “What are you doing here?” “Supporting small businesses,” he said. “Thinking about buying a bookmark.” “You don’t believe in bookmarks.” He blinked. “How would you know that?” “You don’t have the energy of someone who gently saves a page.” He laughed—actually laughed. It changed his whole face.

As soon as he said that, the person standing in front of the line dropped a book. Hunter picked it up and read the title of the comic books. “Boys over flowers.” The owner of the book turned around. He has small face, slanted eyes and cheerful appearance. "Oh? That's mine," the guy said before getting his book back from Hunter. “Thank you for picking it up!” After smiling to Hunter, the man looked back to the cashier and placed his order. Hunter leaned closer to his companions and whispered, “That man is reading romantic comics.” The three giggled in secret. Soon, it was their turn to order.

My shopping experience there was amazing, and I even see myself probably visiting there whenever I need to treat myself to a comic getaway. The elevator dings, and the doors slide open. After stepping out of the elevator with my Chinese takeout in one hand, and the bag of pencils, gloves, socks, and the new comic books I got from the bookstore in my other hand, I begin walking to my condo unit. The thought of meeting Leo inside gnaws at my guts, filling me with the same instant anger that once flooded my veins about a couple hours ago after I met him and that Maddie girl clinging and playing around with each other.

He chuckled, then scratched the back of his head like a teen, "It's not stalking if you work there" He worked there? How come I hadn't noticed him? Or maybe I had been too occupied with my thoughts to even notice he was there. "Right, how can a tattooed man work at a grocery store? I've seen the way you look at them and trust me, having them doesn't mean I'm a mugger or a drug trafficker" he joked and in the middle of what he was saying, Cornelius' face appeared in my head and I was quick to try and forget it.

Because I am still not that familiar with dollars. Then at about noon, a guy comes to me really angry, raising his voice because the comic book he wanted is out of stock. Sana has to come and help me coerce him out of the shop. Even after the guy leaves, I feel terribly upset. And soon, another woman gets mad cause her card gets declined unexpectedly. Finally, at 1 Pm, our shift is over and Mr Hopkins and his daughter arrive to take my and Sana's places. I let out a releived sigh, getting up from the register and letting Mr Hopkins sit down.

"Hi. I'm Kim... from the bookstore." Hearing the word "bookstore", Jake was finally able to recall who this girl was. She worked in the bookstore where he usually bought books to use as references for his writing process... Or painting... an artist gotta do what an artist gotta do to achieve perfection. The internet can't always be trusted. Besides... Jake loved the way this girl called Kim, who worked as a cashier in the bookstore, looked when he bought random books about grave digging, self-made poisons and explosions, guns, and even exorcism. Thinking about it, Jake wanted to laugh.

“Young man, I don’t care who you are, let go of her immediately and break one of your own fingers. Otherwise, you won’t be able to leave Hansel Road. Alex didn’t let go of Xyla’s hand. Instead, he frowned at the person who spoke. The man seemed to be around twenty-seven years old. This man happened to be walking out of a store nearby and saw Alex holding Xyla’s hand. He looked constipated and angry as his entire face had turned green. His reaction was almost as if Alex was holding his wife’s hand. Alex took another look at the storefront. The store looked rather majestic from the front. There was a plaque hanging above the entrance that read ‘House of Treasures’ in bold, golden letters.

His voice was just so deep, so full. “Are you the one who is going to help me with the books? That I would like to buy?” he asked me and I waited for a moment before I could respond. I was in the book store which Hannabelle had told me to take care for the time that her human store manager was out. I thought that afternoon was supposed to be a slack time and I had not been expecting any visitor at that point but this man came in and started speaking. He was talking to someone on the phone and I was mesmerized by his voice.

was written underneath it in cursive. It drew me in almost immediately and made me curious. Is this their form of a library? It didn’t seem like one, but I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. “Hello. Is there something that you would like?” I was greeted as soon as I entered. As I had expected, there was no customer in. Behind the counter stood an elderly man, though. He looked really frail and it made me worried that such an old man was here working in this store without any staff or help, at least from what I have deduced already.