Midnight At The Bright Ideas Bookstore Novels & Stories

But Anthony’s company had just gotten started, and I couldn’t bear to leave him behind, so I chose to stay. "You’re hopeless." That was the last thing she said to scold me, and I quickly brushed it off. Who would’ve thought that years later, we would reunite like this in a foreign land? Because I couldn’t see, I made flower arrangements slowly, and sometimes I would mix them up. A frequent customer of mine was a fellow international student. Maybe because we were both blind, he came almost every day to buy a bouquet of tulips. "Do you have any tulips today?"

“No one is sending any one to hell. We are meeting in fifteen. Reach as soon as possible.” I hung up the call. I wished that I knew what this was about but as far as I was about demons they were never going to let you know something until you really were needed to know about it. Finally we reached the bookstore. It was named beautifully. Books and Blues. Well for people who did not know the irony would not understand it but it was a good business and Hannabelle was an astute businesswoman. And I did not know but I was sure that something was up with the coffee of this house which would only mean that she had magicked the place in such a subtle manner that people flocked here for the coffee a

Greta and Gabby made their way to Page Turner’s Bookstore just down the street from the Blue Moon Inn. Once inside the warmth of the large shop, Greta was surprised to see a bright modern shop, which included not only a metaphysical section, but my children’s section, too. With soft upbeat music playing in the background, it didn’t take long to find the shopkeeper chatting away to a rather wild looking dog by a fireplace.

When I opened the door, a blast of cold air hit me like a wave. It reminded me of that scary time after a really tough delivery, when I was shivering and truly thought that I might not make it. Matthew Smith's voice came from behind me, sounding totally surprised. "Shirley? It's freezing out there. Come on in!" He did not even seem to care that I was sporting a six-month old baby bump. He pushed me aside roughly, but he was super gentle with the person he was bringing inside.

Phone flashlights flicked on, one by one. “Power outage,” someone said. Great. I climbed three flights of dark stairwell steps, nearly tripping twice. Morrison Hall looked like a horror movie set, cold and silent except for muffled voices behind closed doors. I was debating sleeping in my coat when someone knocked. “Mia? Are you there?” Madison. I hadn’t seen her in days. But she texted me when she heard about the almost break in. I opened the door to find her standing with two girls from the team, all holding phone flashlights.

I just needed something. My phone buzzed, I Instantly reflexed: I snatched it up like a raccoon catching a snack. Just some stupid spam alert. A literal ad telling me my “sleeping pattern is terrible.” “and why I should get soft and choose bed to have a nice rest” Thanks, but no thanks. “Wow,” Maya whispered from behind me.“You're down bad.” “Please don’t narrate my desperation,” I muttered. Before she could roast me further, Nia Brooks entered the bookstore with her little minions. The three girls who followed her around like she was Beyoncé reincarnated.

The day of the second eclipse arrived with perfect weather. Thousands of wolves gathered at the ceremonial grounds—not just Shadowpine, but representatives from all twenty-five alliance packs. Everyone wanted to witness another possible Midnight's Mark. Selene stood with the other young wolves, trying to look casual. But I could feel her nervous energy through our bond. Adrian from Clearwater was there too. I spotted him in the crowd, a handsome young male with dark hair and serious eyes. He kept glancing at Selene when he thought no one was watching.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

Made a hot cocoa for myself and snuggled up in a blanket with "fault in our stars" Now I was reading the part where Hazel reads the letter to Augustus. It took me back to the time when someone special had written a crazy letter for me back in time . Bubbles. Bubbles was no ordinary guy, there was something very special about him, about his whole aura. I was 14 when I met bubbles. I was looking for new books in a store down the street, because you just can not get enough. Am I right or am I right? Well, I was looking for something in the horror/thriller section. Stefen King's "The Stand" caught my eyes I went to get the book off the rack, but somehow I couldn't. It was being pulled from the o

A small nod, the gift in hand, the beginnings of her story, she hoped, tucked somewhere between these pages in these strangers’ words. Only an hour before, the decibel level at the local coffee shop hitting Mach 3 on her Annoying the Crap Outta Me scale, she’d escaped. Angled her way through the crowd unseen. Nodded to familiar faces who seemed to care less. Slinked unnoticed out the door, unimportant and ignored. The awkward girl with the quiescent voice destined for another night alone. But with the darkening clouds spitting cold rain, her umbrella, of course, forgotten on its hook near the door at home, she’d abandoned her half-hearted dash towards the single-bedroom on Eidolon and ducked