Leviathan Bookstore Novels & Stories

she said softly, “you don’t have to think about it too much. The Alpha really loves you. He’d give you this whole mall if you wanted.” Kaliyah’s hand paused mid-air. “What?” The lady chuckled gently. “He owns the mall.” Kaliyah stared. “He what?” The attendant nodded. “All of this belongs to him. LS-Stores… the ‘L’ is for Levi, and ‘S’ is for Sawyer, Levi Sawyer.” Kaliyah blinked, multiple times. Then slowly turned to glance back at him. He stood, a short distance away, calm and watching her. He owned this place?

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.

KIRA’S POV “You bought the bookstore??” I asked, turning to Adrian. “For me??” “I don’t want your clumsy hands messing up my archives in the penthouse,” he said with no emotion whatsoever. I scoffed, “Please. I wouldn’t touch your boring brown books even if I was bored to death. You don’t have to buy a whole bookstore to keep me away.” Adrian leaned lazily on the counter, staring intently at me in amusement. “Said the girl who spent half a million just to get my attention. How am I supposed to trust that now you know about my collection, you won’t attack it on your next rant or tantrum?”

Even though Zara had been really upset with Leah at the Hoster family's place and had kind of snapped at her, grown-ups could still act nice to each other unless they were really mad. Zara smiled too. "It is a coincidence, Ms. Nox. What are you doing around here?" Leah sat down across from her and ordered the same pasta as Zara. "I heard there's an old bookstore nearby with some rare old books. I wanted to see if they had the one I've been looking for." Zara nodded, asking, "Did you find it?" "No," Leah said, looking a bit sad. "But it's okay. I still have some time before Mr. Webb Senior's birthday. I'll ask some friends to help me look."

“Good. That means you’re finally ready to carry it.” They left the hospital in silence. Cassian didn’t speak until they reached the car. “You don’t have to take it.” “I know.” “What do you want?” Eden looked up at the sky. “Not an empire. Just a chance to build something different. Something honest.” He nodded. “Then let’s rewrite everything.” Back in Lisbon, the bookstore became more than a business. It became a space for second chances. They hosted readings. Community dinners. Writing circles for women escaping trauma. Eden taught young girls to write their own stories. Cassian handled the books—literally and financially.

I reported to Freya. "I don't know about that, I'll ask my brother so that he'll add that to what he is investigating. From now on, if you want to get a book, just go to the Seerenity Bookstore and say my name. You can also return the books you got there. Just return the books I lent you to that bookstore, they're looking for those in here already, I just said that Jediah took the books so they gave ample time for it to be returned before the month ends." "Seerenity Bookstore? Do you know the owner?" I asked with excitement.

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After tucking in all the blankets, he looked at Sherry one last time before walking out of the room, locking the door gently behind him. Levian parked his car on the outskirts of an abandoned landfill. He jumped out of the car and scanned the area. “I haven’t been here in quite a while,” he mumbled to himself as he started walking towards a worn-out building with a thatched roof. Once inside, he tapped on the floor one by one when he heard a shallow sound. With one pull, he slid open the trapdoor that led to the underground warehouse, a place that he had stopped using for years.