Comic Book Store Guy Novels & Stories

"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.

Dark, humorous, gibberish-you can't understand if you're not a part of it, and there's also a store like full of smoke inside since they sell barbeques. I started walking going to the end and carefully look for a sign for a vacant work. I was already in the middle of the street when a store caught my attention. It was different from other stores. I got surprised when I saw Tim in the end of the street and he run to me quickly when he saw me. Sweats are already visible dripping to down to his forehead. He stand beside me and look at the store I am looking. “ Yeah. It's really different.” He said answering my thought in my mind.

Those people would never appreciate what they have until it was gone. “So, here’s where you can get some of the Asian stuff like comics, anime, figurine. I know the owner, Mr. Kasegawa who was a migrant from Japan. He introduced me to the manga and such. The bookshop also has a space to study but usually, students love to go there. I went there when it was on weekends. It usually empty since the students will have a headache of partying too hard on Friday night,” I said before Ella laughed.

, I've learned a great deal about that country from the books I've read Well that's good dear, that'll make things easier for your travel, but like I said I don't know exactly which pack he's in and there are over 60 packs in America, big and small New story 1 / 6 Store parking lot- late afternoon A man stands in the parking lot of a shabby looking grocery store. He wears a work apron beneath his winter jacket and he’s clearly on a break. Just about to light up a cigarette he suddenly freezes. Peering ahead, he sees a Black Limousine coming towards him. As the vehicle came to a halt right across from him it’s tinted windows rolled down and revealed a man who wore dark sunglasses covering his

“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.

possibly get Josh and Andrea kicked out of the store in an embarrassing way, maybe they would even get banned from not just the store but the mall. At that moment, the sales lady, also noticed the commotion. Curious, she walked over with a concerned expression. “What seems to be the problem here?” she asked, her eyes darting between the security guard and the angry man. A look of recognition was visible in her eyes as she recognized the man, and addressed him with a smile, “Mr Bruno, welcome back.” She recognized the man because he was a regular customer at the store. He would occasionally buy stuff here, and usually tipped her.

He was giving the bad boy genz vibe so yeah this shows that not only was I a sexy book store owner but that I do keep up on these things, make it my job to know if not for the naturally blond hair. This was not his first visit to the store, He’s been here before, but only to browse. Today, it’s different. He’s looking for something. I wonder which of his friends clued him in. He circles around the checkout counter for a while, picking up books and looking at them without looking at them. Opening them wherever the pages fall. Cracking spines. Smudging ink with his thumb. I keep doing the thing that I’m doing. It looks like paperwork, but really it’s just little scribbles on paper, something t