Midnight At The Bright Ideas Bookstore Novels & Stories

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.

Most were about history, leadership, strategy. But there were a few that surprised me. Poetry. Classic literature. A worn copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. I smiled despite everything. Xavier reading poetry felt… unexpected. I pulled the poetry book out. Flipped through it. Some pages were dog-eared. Lines underlined. “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” My throat tightened. I put the book back so fast you would think it burned me. Then I moved to his desk.

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

His brows came together as she continued to think it over, so he redirected his attention to getting home and finishing his job. ---------- He walked into the bookstore after hours, surprised that the door was still unlocked. The lights were dim inside, and no customer appeared in sight. Instead, he made his way to the back corner by the table and couch where he found Amira sitting, her face in an old book. She wore jeans that fit her thighs, and a button up white blouse. Her hair was draped over her left shoulder as her eyes scanned over the texts.

Maybe the book store is really one of the ways to launder money” I continued thinking to myself. It was now late and I went to sleep in one of the spare bedrooms since Charlotte and I had a huge fight earlier, so she wouldn’t want to see me waking up next to her the next morning. I lied on the bed with my eyes wide open for hours, imagining the secrets that Charlotte has and with the voice of that strange woman striking my head. I realized that it was now time for me to do some digging. I checked time on my phone and it was almost midnight so I just closed my eyes until I passed out.

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

It wasn't until she noticed the strange book tucked away in the corner that she was able to distract herself from her thoughts. "I almost missed one," she whispered. As she walked over to it, she noticed that its cover was worn, and it seemed to emit a faint glow that caught her attention. Maybe it's how the moon perfectly acted as its own spotlight that made it seem so glowy, but it's not just that. She somehow felt a little hint of amusement as she stared at it. As she approached the book, she saw the shinny title written on it, Lunaria, and she couldn't help but be intrigued. The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive.