Midnight At The Bright Ideas Bookstore Novels & Stories

That thought was quickly tossed aside because if that was the case, the noises I made by kicking in a window aloud with my own cries and outburst from dressing my wounds would undoubtedly have been heard. Curled up between the two chairs with my face barely sticking out of my sleeping bag, my eyelids feel weighted with exhaustion and the comfort of finally being warm. The small LED lantern is in the dimmest mode, sitting on the table beside me casting a soft warm light. I usually sleep best in pitch black darkness, but am not brave or crazy enough to sleep without a light turned on while I'm inside this abandoned building at night. The last thing I remember doing before passing out for the n

One look is all it takes. One look to spark an obsession. One touch to destroy every rule. One mistake to change everything. Step into a collection where desire is forbidden, power is intoxicating, and every heart beats to the rhythm of temptation. Alien commanders, ruthless royals, dangerous celebrities, sworn enemies, and forbidden lovers—all drawn together by an attraction too powerful to ignore. Some crave control. Some crave revenge. And some crave the one person they should never have wanted. These are stories where every stolen glance feels like a promise, every secret hides a dangerous truth, and every temptation dares you to give in. Twenty stories. Twenty fo

I growled under my breath, veering back to look at the strip center. Then I saw it. Betty's Books…24-hr bookstore. A honk sounded from behind me. The light was green. I pulled into the turn lane, whipping a u-turn and pulling into the parking space. I got out, stepping into the empty storefront. It wasn't unusual. Who would go to a bookstore at 9 PM on a weekday? Me. That's who. The shopkeeper popped up behind a stack of books on the front desk. "Hello! Welcome in!"

Shelly pulled me inside, leaving Aubrey standing by the door. After going through the different sections, Shelly finally got three books that she found fascinating. I only bought one book ‘Midnight Sun’ by Trish Cook. It was released back in 2017 but Shelly told me that she never got to read it. Some of her friends did tell her though that it was a good read so I bought it. The outline was what caught my eyes. It did seem interesting. Shelly made me promise to lend her the book once I was done reading it. I promised but in return, she had to let me borrow some of the books she already had at home.

The Uber arrived outside just as we were walking out, my mom had gotten one for us just in case. After the short ride, the night was ready to begin. Thankfully, Seth was on good terms with the bouncer at the door so we got in without a wait. The inside of Panic was loud and full of colors, which somehow seemed brighter than they had ever before. “It’s wolf vision,” Leah said in my mind. “We can see in the dark. As the days pass, we are getting stronger. In a few days' time our full strength will be revealed.”

Then on the hotel notepad. Each mention was another breadcrumb. Each breadcrumb another breath. By midnight, she had a plan. Tomorrow, she’d find them. River – POV They were at the bookstore when it happened. Same one as always. Owner’s name was Jonah. Sixty, gruff, read Russian novels for fun. Never smiled unless you caught him watching a child discover their first book. River liked it there. They didn’t go often anymore — only when they needed to remember why they started writing at all.

“I’m fine. Something just feels off. It’s probably because I didn’t sleep well.” Bright made a low noise and stepped over to them. He ran a hand through Ray hair and then pressed a kiss to his temple. “Maybe. Well, we’ll handle whatever it is either way. Why don’t you get some more sleep? We can just order in our brunch today whenever you feel up to eating.” “I’m fine. I’m comfortable here, and I want to hear the story. It’s been months since I’ve seen that book. Where did you find it?” “It was here.” Ash glanced at Bright. “Could the maids have found it?”

Still planning. But for the first time, I didn't feel alone. I had Mason. I had Sloane. I had Clara. I had Ethan. And I had hope. My phone buzzed. Unknown number: I saw you today. Laughing. Smiling. Happy. It won't last. Unknown number: I'll be waiting. Midnight. Tomorrow. The warehouse on 5th. Unknown number: Come alone. Or your bookstore boy pays the price. I felt sick. Vincent was escalating.

My hand was suspended on the door handle as something caught my peripheral view. Light moves from the inside of the barn. Something like a flickering flame lighting a cigarette, and a small dotted orange ember glowed brightly as it was being sucked deep. Creating a subtle illumination just enough for me to make out a man’s lips. Smirking. Like he knew precisely, I would skedaddle out of this place in no time like some runt with a tail tucked in between the legs. A feeling of dread hastened into the pit of my stomach. A part of me wanted to run already. I may have already done it if not for the person who suddenly appeared inside the pitch-black barn.

the secretary uttered to himself and dialed someone on the phone. - “Hmm...I’m sure Bryan will like this.” Brianne said as she went out of the toy store, she stood on the sidewalk for a second as she finishes her coffee when an old homeless guy approaches her. “Can I have your coffee miss? I’m thirsty.” The man said that made her speechless.