Kindred Bookstore Novels & Stories

Maybe our connection wasn’t meant to be, so no matter how we were brought together we still didn’t end up together. A few moments later, I’d found the books I wanted to buy. I placed them in my arms, then walked over to Kevin, who was sitting on the reading sofa. This bookstore has a tiny reading room with only two reading sofas separated by a small round table. A reading lamp stands beside each sofa. On the table sits a small flowerpot serving as decoration. The reading room floor is carpeted, and next to my sofa are two vending machines.

The kind of place where everyone knows everyone. "Why are we here?" I asked as we parked on the main street. "You will see." He led me to a small bookstore tucked between a coffee shop and an antique store. The sign above the door said 'Moonlight Books' and through the window I could see shelves packed with old volumes. "We are going to a bookstore?" "Not just any bookstore. This one specializes in supernatural history. I thought we could research your bloodline. Learn more about the Healer Alphas who came before you."

The elderly woman's eyes begin to grin as he whispers, “I'm grateful.” I furrow my brows, but before I can respond, he grabs the book, thanks the elderly woman, and takes my hand as we drag ourselves out of the bookstore. The name of the bookstore is Greenery Books when we look at the sign, which I can see. Sounds original. I'm being dragged again as we move to another place. This time, a rose arch greets us as we enter a garden. Since I rarely ventured outside at the time, I'm unsure if something similar could be seen on the market.

He stepped closer and offered me his hand to shake. “I thought that white hair was you,” he laughed and I joined his good humor with a smile. “We never introduced ourselves properly. Hello, I'm Aiden Shaw,” he asserted with a kind smile that reached his brown eyes. Shaking his hand, I asked him if he knew where the bookstore was by chance, and he nodded, his blonde hair bobbed along with each head nod, and brought a grin to my lips. “It's on the other side of the assembly hall building, there's a sign you can't miss. I would show you, but unfortunately, I am waiting for my girlfriend, Margo, to take her to breakfast, ” he said sheepishly.

Mia’s POV The sky had long darkened, and the golden hues of dusk gave way to deep indigo. Inside the bookstore, the soft lamplight cast a cozy, flickering glow on the wood-paneled walls. It smelled like old paper, fresh espresso, and cinnamon muffins—the comforting signature scent of Chapters & Coffee. Marco.

Within minutes they were racing around the backyard, Daniel teaching Kael new games and patiently explaining rules when Kael didn't understand. Thomas pulled me into a warm hug. "You look wonderful, sweetheart." "Thanks, Dad. You do too. How's the bookstore?" "Thriving. Jane's been implementing new ideas that are really working. Community reading groups, author events, children's story hours." "That's wonderful. I'm so glad it's going well." Jane joined us, smiling warmly. "We're so happy to be here. Thank you for including us in the celebration." "You're family. Of course you're included."

Opal Saturday afternoon brought a gentle autumn rain to Savannah, turning the cobblestone streets slick and reflective. Seeking refuge from the drizzle, I took the triplets to E. Shaver, Bookseller—a cozy, labyrinthine indie bookstore filled with the comforting aroma of old paper, leather bindings, and dark roast coffee. "Stay together, please," I instructed softly, unwrapping my damp scarf as we navigated the narrow wooden aisles. "Mommy, can I look at the space books with the giant rockets?" Oliver asked, tugging on my sleeve, his dark eyes wide with excitement.

My parents have some plans they can’t get out of, so after breakfast Nathan and I drive into town to have a wander around. “Where should we go?” Nathan asks. “Gift’s Books,” I decide. He finds a parking place, and we climb out of the rental car. As we walk toward the small brick bookshop on main street, he takes my hand. I throw him a questioning glance. “Small town, right? Best to keep up the act in case we run into any of your parents’ friends.” His voice is so bland and nonchalant, you’d never guess he woke up hard and hungry against me this morning.