Northfield Bookstore Novels & Stories

I grabbed my coat, scarf, and phone, the floral scent of the scarf grounding me, and slipped out before Liam woke, his study door still closed upstairs. The Chicago Public Library was a short bus ride away, its stone facade looming under the gray sky, the air sharp with November chill. Inside, the smell of old books and polished wood calmed my nerves as I found Natty in a quiet corner, her laptop open, papers spread across a table. Her dark curls were pulled back, her eyes intense behind glasses, a stack of folders beside her marked w ith hospital logos. “Elsie,” she said, her voice low, glancing around like she expected someone to be watching. “You’re here. Good. This is bigger than I thoug

His hands on the wheel looked almost relaxed. We ended up at this little neighborhood on the edge of the city I’d never been to before. Not the shiny downtown parts or the dangerous corners. Just normal streets with normal people. Kids riding bikes. An old lady walking her dog. Nico parked outside a small bookstore that looked like it had been there forever. The sign was faded, and books were stacked in the windows like they were trying to spill out onto the sidewalk. “Bookstore?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as we got out.

She held the paper and saw the number and blushed and smiled. Nia moved to Nova Scotia with Sydney because she didn’t want her friend to be alone. She worked at a bookstore. The bookstore was close to the cafe. Ever since Nia started working on the book store more Alphas came into the store. Some of the Alphas were there to buy a book and talked to her while the rest just came in to ask her out on a date. She would always decline their offer but that didn’t stop them from trying again and again.

Chapter Forty — Full Circle The bookstore was small, tucked between a coffee shop and a florist downtown. The kind of place Elena would’ve walked past a year ago, head down, shoulders tense, heart elsewhere. Today, her name was in the window. In chalky, hand-lettered script: AUTHOR EVENT: ELENA ROSE — READING & SIGNING She stood on the sidewalk and stared for a long time. Jack stood beside her, one hand resting lightly on her lower back. Lila pressed her face to the glass, giggling at the display of books and paper cranes hanging from fishing line like tiny messengers of hope.

The little triangle thing, he suddenly wondered if it had a name, was pointing to yes. The window on the other side of the door asked “Do I really need another candle?” The magic 8 ball underneath it had the answer of “Yes – Definitely” On the door in elegant script was Botanica Wiccan Bookstore, established 2006 Ciara Goode, Proprietess In both windows were elaborate and beautiful displays of books, candles, crystals, tarot cards and novelties. Working up his courage, Knuckles got off his bike and walked inside. He had expected the whole place to be dark and broody.

Charlotte’s POV It was a dreary, rainy day; the perfect day to stay inside, reading in the library. Nora and I had made our home for the day at one of the tables in the library with cups of hot cocoa and a plate of cookies between us. She sat across from me with a history book open in front of her. She was supposed to be reading about the founding Alpha families, but instead, she kept sighing wistfully, trailing her little fingers across the page.

The kind of place where everyone knows everyone. "Why are we here?" I asked as we parked on the main street. "You will see." He led me to a small bookstore tucked between a coffee shop and an antique store. The sign above the door said 'Moonlight Books' and through the window I could see shelves packed with old volumes. "We are going to a bookstore?" "Not just any bookstore. This one specializes in supernatural history. I thought we could research your bloodline. Learn more about the Healer Alphas who came before you."