Forbidden Planet Comic Book Store Novels & Stories

On the way to the hospital in my daughter's car, my legs felt cramped, so I adjusted the angle of the passenger seat. A second later, I heard a soft snap from beneath the seat. A toothpick had broken. I jumped in fright as my daughter, Marissa Langford, slammed on the brakes, her face turning pale. "Why would you touch that? Tyler set that seat to a specific position on purpose. He uses it to check whether another man has been sitting in the passenger seat. How am I supposed to explain this now?" Realizing I'd caused trouble for her marriage, I immediately sent Tyler Ashford, my son-in-law, an apology. Hours passed without a reply. Eventually, all I received was a cold laughing emoji.

CHAPTER ONE Alexa's Pov My name is Alexa Blackwood, daughter to alpha Lincoln Blackwood,I'm 17 and a member of the crescent moon pack. I've always been bullied,in school and at the pack because of my stepbrother. He blames me for the death of his mom and has made it his personal mission to make my life miserable. I got enrolled at the crescent moon high school and there I thought the bully will stop but who am I kidding,my stepbrother will always find a way to make my life hell and his name is Xavier Blackwood

Athena I bargained off a guy named Phoenix. He owns this motorcycle shop and a tattoo shop right next to it. I walk up to him, and he was leaning against his black pick-up truck, looking surprised yet relieved to see me. “What brings you back here, love?” he asks. I roll my eyes when he puffs out his chest, flashing me his delicious eight-pack abs I almost felt tempted to taste them. Yet I shake my head. I would have any other day, but right now I’m not in the mood.

I’m horny. Please… just fuck me. I promise I’d tip you extra when the plane lands. The words fell out of my mouth before I could catch them, low and shaky, right against the soft collar of his uniform as he leaned over to collect my empty champagne flute. Zion froze for half a second—long enough that I felt the heat crawl up my neck. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” he said quietly, voice velvet-smooth and professional, the way they train them to sound even when a passenger is clearly losing it, “but that’s against our protocol. I can’t help you with… that.”

I release his shirt and pat it down, and then I open the door and step out to the sidewalk before I change my mind. I refuse to stand on the street and watch him drive away, so once his hazard lights shut off, I turn and walk into Cosmo's. The comic shop we've spent Sundays at since the weather turned too cold for Aspen is bright and airy for the small space it encompasses. The smell of coffee permeates the area. Exposed brick lines both walls, a large window and front door taking up the space at the entrance. To the left running most of the way along, there's a checkout and section for customers to order coffee and other hot drinks. The right wall's filled with metal shelving to display the

"You sure you can handle it?" The double meaning hadn't been lost on her. Now, standing outside "Ink and Sin" at 7:45 PM....the last appointment of the night....Maya took a deep breath and pushed open the door. The shop was exactly as she remembered: dark walls covered in flash art, the smell of antiseptic and ink, heavy metal playing low through the speakers. But it was empty now. Just her and.... "Right on time." Maya's breath caught.

"Alright, let's continue." We had finally circled the entire store and filled the basket with a bunch of things he would like. The Captain America shirt being one, along with a giant pack of Sour Patch Kids and all three of the Lord of the Rings movies even though I was pretty sure he had them all. Still, it was on sale, and I was not going to miss a bargain. In addition to that, we also threw in a Starbucks gift card, a pack of prisma color markers since he told me once he loved to draw when ever he actually had time, and lastly a book that contained endless photos and information of outer space. I was taking a risk putting the book in there, because I was the only one that knew he was abso

“The hat was found in your room the next morning after the treasury was robbed.” I part my lips to say something, unable to when I realize the dilemma this truly is. Bald head leans forward, annoyance causing a red tinge to his face. “The treasury. The armory. Five of the Alpha’s best men, dead. Are you telling this council all of it is a coincidence?” “One question.” The man who has been quiet all this time, says for the first time. “Where is the jester?” I slowly lock eyes with him and in his irises lie something strange I can’t name.

Glittering diamond tiaras, watches heavy with gold plating, and glinting jewelry sets sparkle from every angle of the jewelry store. "Ah, Mr. Thorne, Impeccable timing, as always. I was just finishing the preparations in the back, but the case is ready for you now." The man behind the counter has a soft voice and a pleasant smile. Ezekiel nod his head and placed his hand on Soleil's lower back, guiding her to the backroom of the store.

"Friends don't gift each other the Tanzanian Jems, sweetheart. My dad owns the store." "Well, lucky me that I got my hands on them because they symbolize bonding and safety, unlike you where you don't even have your mom to love you." Cassandra throws the darkest shade anyone had ever taken from her while the crowd gasps and almost internally cheers Cassandra for her bravery. "You," Darla's lip quivering in anger, she gets closer to Cassandra who clenches her jaws, ready to smack a B in the face, "You will regret messing with me."