Mindy’s Book Studio Novels & Stories

“My little Mindy made the potato salad and macaroni and cheese. She makes the best food in town. Oh, beg my pardon, Bonnie.” “Not necessary,” Bonnie said with a smile. “I’ve been trying to get Mindy to work part-time at the diner for months.” “I appreciate the job offer, Bonnie, but my sewing business keeps me plenty busy,” Mindy replied. Matt put his arm around Mindy’s waist and pulled her closer to his side. “She’s great at that, too. I don’t think there is anything Mindy can’t do.” Mindy blushed. “Oh, Matthew, stop. I’m just an ordinary woman like everyone else here.”

After he saw the letter ‘S’ on their calendar, he thought there was no point in interacting with the world. He was quietly walking down the uncrowded hallway of his new school as he went down the covered court. This day, his mind was a jar loaded with freezing air beyond the stage of satiety, preoccupied with something cold. Ironically, he was not thinking of anything in particular. Pensive by his thoughts, he did not notice it right away when he was bumped by a guy at his back. He quietly turned to see the eyebrows of the guy meet as they faced each other. His hair was in crew cut as he confidently stood in front of Praxis. His jaw was strong and masculine, standing about five inches taller

I fidgeted while waiting for his response but was interrupted by Mindy. “You ready to blow this popsicle stand?” Mindy sang, waltzing into my office. “I want to find a new bathing suite before we head out.” I smiled. Mindy was obsessed with shopping. It helped she had an unlimited cash flow from her family’s successful finance business in Chicago. “Let me close out of my tabs and we can go.” She crossed her arms and leaned against my desk. “Wow, I thought I’d have to twist your arm? Everything alright?”

At this time, Lionel had gone to school, and Mindy was home alone. Since returning from Elgerson, she had already outlined her new book, planning a horror novel centered on campus ghost stories. Miranda had called earlier, inviting them to attend the lab's opening ceremony, but both she and Lionel regrettably declined. Lionel had classes he couldn't skip, and Mindy was deep in her writing process, needing quiet to focus. Now, with most of the story completed and only the final chapters left to wrap up, she was in full seclusion mode. When she heard a knock on the door, Mindy didn't think much of it.

There was Mark Hawkins, my fiancé and childhood friend, making his way through the crowd of students toward me. "Helen, haven't you caused enough trouble?"

She dropped the book on his lap and sat back on her mate’s lap. ‘Make you mine,’ the title read. “What’s this?” Greg inquired as he flipped the book to the back to read the synopsis. “I was at the library with Dex the other day for their monthly reading activity at the daycare and one of the moms recommended that,” Mandy shared excitedly. She said it as if it was the most natural thing in the world. But as Greg read, he realized it wasn’t natural at all. In fact, the complete opposite.

Maybe he’s some heir slumming it. ‘Go for it.’ I kept looking, but whoever he reminded me of stayed buried somewhere in the back of my brain. I gave up trying to place it. *** The studio, which I’d christened Mira Joie, opened quietly on a Tuesday. Things started to fall into a rhythm. Word got out that I’d opened my own space, and Octavia Grey messaged offering to send over clients. I said thank you before she could change her mind. At the same time, I was putting together my first draft submission for The Aureate Awards.

Maddy had managed to run both households smoothly and was feeling a bit restless with nothing to do. Learning about Frost building a "Bianca Park" on the other side of the meatball shop only added to her restlessness. Everything had become incomprehensible ever since Bianca appeared! Maddy was not one to despair, and she had already made a detailed study plan for herself. Now, she sat at her desk with several pregnancy-related books spread out in front of her, absorbing the content like a sponge, occasionally adding notes or highlighting key points with two different coloured highlighters. Suddenly, the electronic sound of unlocking the password at the front door reached her ears. Maddy's sp

Mandy laughed. That's what scares me, I thought to myself. But I couldn't let her know that. I shake my head. "It's just that...I've always been modest. Are you sure they won't ask me to take my clothes off?" "Oh, Delilah. You are too innocent. You're always playing safe. For once, take some risks. Do you have a better idea? You sure as hell won't make that kind of money at your bookstore," Mandy declared.

---------------- ------------ Out in the Den . . . ---------------- ------------ Mindy was sitting on the edge of the lower platform, her feet dangling over the tracks as she gnawed on a bit of beef jerky. She heard and smelled someone approached from behind her, but she didn't turn to look. She was still feeling fairly annoyed at herself. "Want to talk about it?" Robbie asked, having a seat next to her. "Or would you rather mope some more?" Arthur added, sitting on the other side.