Kindred Bookstore Novels & Stories

When they were out of the main drinking area, where the nightclubs and bars were located, Lucas allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. Ema would be pleased. After weeks of failure, they were positive that they would receive exactly what they had been looking for. Astor followed the smell to a little, independent bookshop nestled in between a thrift store and a vegan café. Over the door was a sign that proclaimed ‘Bookmark Haven’ in finely chipped gold paint. Indeed, the bookstore was closed, and all the windows in it were blind, but Lucas was convinced the individuals were still alive in the building.

It was this stupid thread in my chest that tied me not only to my love but to other people who I don’t even freaking know, let alone should care about at all. I felt fucking stupid. I shoulder open the metal door to the bookstore which was located in the same building as the dining hall. The bookstore consisted of everything we’d need for a successful school year. Which included the backpack Xaden had gotten for me. There were also journals, notebooks, pencils, erasers, and oddly enough, art supplies. I didn’t even know art was a class that could be taken here. There were also small ‘emergency wands’, first aid kits, fur coat shine, claw buffers, crystal balls, and tons of different charms,

~Cindy’s POV~ Lily Café & Bookstore sat on the corner of Westfield Avenue, its carved wooden sign with my grandmother’s name swaying gently above the door, the paint chipped but proud. She’d opened it decades ago, convinced a city needed two things: good coffee and good books. I pushed open the door, the bell above jingling sharply as I stepped inside.

A text from an unknown number. *Dear Dr. Zanetti, I'm Clara Benson, Senior Editor at Meridian Books. I read your thesis abstract online and was incredibly impressed. I'd love to discuss the possibility of publishing it as a monograph. Are you free for a coffee next week?* Keira stared at the screen, her heart hammering. Meridian Books. One of the most respected independent publishers in the UK, known for their beautifully produced academic titles and their commitment to emerging voices. They'd published books she'd cited in her thesis. Books that had shaped her thinking.

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After a while, we finished there as I celebrated my victory, although I knew he let me win. We then walked past a row of stores as something caught my eye… a small bookstore tucked between a phone case shop and a smoothie place. I slowed without meaning to, and Kade noticed immediately. “You want to go in?” “We don’t have to…” “Selene.” He was already taking me toward the entrance. “We’re going in.” The store smelled like paper and old ink, and I felt myself relax the second we stepped inside. I wandered toward the fiction section, running my fingers along a row of spines, pulling one out here and there to read the back cover.

That same day, Mia completed her onboarding and mopped the company floors until they were spotless. Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Everything felt peaceful and right.

Melinda's and Kieran's sharp, piercing eyes, scanned the endless rows of books. Zora led them around the library, pointing out the different sections and genres. There were books on philosophy, science, art, and history, each one meticulously cataloged and arranged on the shelves. The titles were written in elegant calligraphy, and the bindings were richly adorned with gold leaf and embossed lettering. Kieran and Melinda were overwhelmed by the sheer size of the collection, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer amount of knowledge that was contained within these walls.

"Ms. Brown, we understand how you feel, but the children are innocent. You're their teacher. How could you hurt them?" I regretted taking a job at this kindergarten. It was the worst mistake I had ever made. If I hadn't taken it, my daughter wouldn't be missing. I checked the time and answered coldly, "There are 28 minutes left. You don't want any casualties, do you?" William panicked. "We've already thrown every resource at the search, but you can't expect us to find someone in half an hour." I roared, "I already told you. She never left this kindergarten! Find her!"

"Besides, she's marrying into the Mercer family in a month. She can't afford to get sick." Nina, of all people, jumped to my defense. "Mom. Penny didn't mean any harm. Stop, please." Then she turned to me, her tone gentle again. "Penny, you're in PR. Come look at these wedding dresses with me. Tell me which one suits me best."