Midnight At The Bright Ideas Bookstore Novels & Stories

She got in the car, turned the ignition. And drove The mall was half-empty, its tiled halls echoing with the distant shuffle of sneakers and the occasional squeal of small children in food court glee. Linda walked slowly, hugging her purse close to her side, letting herself get swallowed by the brightness of storefront windows and artificial light. She wasn't in a hurry. She wasn't sure what she was even looking for. She passed a candle store. A shoe boutique. A kiosk with phone cases and flashing LED trinkets.

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

deeply engraved on it, you could pour water in it, and it'll sit comfortably. Early this morning, Danielle had brought to my attention that Shawn required my presence in the library, and after I finished everything I had to do, she'd escorted me to this place, and left me all on my own. I'd done what every normal person would do, or maybe my kind of normal person would do… snoop around. Not much. Not enough to know anything, besides come across a few interesting books. Unfortunately, I had come across the most enticing one at the wrong time.

Chapter 1 The bookstore smelled like fresh coffee and old paper, the way it always did on event nights. Elena Reyes stood at the front of the packed reading room, microphone in hand, watching twenty kids and their parents lean forward as she finished the last chapter of the bedtime story. Laughter rippled through the crowd. A little girl in the front row clapped so hard her pigtails bounced. Then her phone buzzed on the podium. Once. Twice. Three times. She ignored it until the applause died down. Only then did she glance at the screen.

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

And I walk to the door but before I open it I dim the light to set the mood more sensually. "Password?" I ask, sticking out only one side of my face. Midnight has wet hair and looks excited as she answers, "Vendetta," "Come in, Miss. Welcome to your love nest." Midnight enters looking almost as uncomfortable as Baxter, but almost as excited as I am. A strange mix. I close the door and clear my throat as she walks over to the board and admires my work. "This is..." she tries to hide it but I can see she doesn't quite understand what's in front of her eyes, "Nice."

She shivered at those thoughts. No, she wanted to handle this on her own. She sat back and drove to work. ... Carina glanced around at BookCrazy with satisfaction. Poetry nights drew large crowds, and they were all book buyers. Every Friday night, she often folds the bookstore into a small hall. Quietly, the soundtrack is melodious through the dimly lit passageways. Apple-green chairs were crammed together, and distorted coffee tables had been pulled from the warehouse and arranged in an informal circle. The crowd was an interesting mix of intellectuals, some quite serious and others just wanting a night of entertainment. She pulled the mic up onto a small platform, and checked her watch aga

Bummer he wasn't in the right mind. “Idiots.” Damion hissed darting out into the night. No doubt already hunting down an innocent creature out of spite. He was just a bloodthirsty killer. Even I have boundaries I never crossed. Looking down at the girl. Her blonde hair was tangled from the floor yet she still remained cold. Her power probably had something to do with that. For all I know she could always be cold. Eric rubbed his hands together, opening a portal to the dreadful castle. “This will be such fun.” His cheery voice was still sharp leaving me stung.

I carefully put it back on the shelf. "I just found you. I've been looking for you for a while." I turned around and saw Jasper frown as he pushed the pushcart. "Why did you leave suddenly?" he asked while looking at the shelves. "Don't say you want to buy booze." "Silly!" I then said that and grabbed the pushcart's handle. "Let's go before we get caught in a long line at the counter." "Okay," Jasper said plainly. *** Jasper and I put everything on the list Granny gave us into the cart. I also bought big candles for extras in case the brownout lasts longer. Jasper and I were in line at the cashier, and he was constantly looking around.