Novel Book Bar Novels & Stories

He gently pressed on it and the bookshelf slid aside, revealing an underground bar buzzing with people and soft jazz music. It was quite the opposite of the restaurant, much more livelier. "Wow," "It's called a speakeasy." He answered my first question. "As in speak and easy?" "Yes," he drew out a chair for me as soon as we approached an empty table. "What will you like to have?" "No food, I've had enough for tonight." "A drink, then?" "Yeah, no alcohol. If they do mocktails, I will be needing something with apple taste." "Alright, I'll be back, babe. Lemme get our orders."

“There’s a bar not far from here.” THEY ENDED UP AT A bar about halfway between work and home. An off the road place that Mandy would never have pictured Carl going in to. It was a local tavern kind of place with deer heads and other stuffed animals staring blatantly at you from the wall. Carl pointed at a table under a moose head with massive antlers and walked to the bar to grab drinks. Cautiously, Mandy slid on the bench under the elk, eying it with mistrust. There was a reason nobody was sitting by this area, hopefully it wasn’t because of the beast above them.

What if Bonus Chapter 6: What If Dante Was the Bartender at Eli’s Favorite Bar? Eli POV The bar was dimly lit and comfortably noisy, the kind of place I escaped to after long days buried in books and thesis notes. Rain pattered against the windows, turning the street outside into a blur of neon and headlights. I slid onto my usual stool at the far end of the polished wood counter, hoodie still damp from the walk over, silver nail polish chipped from absentminded tapping on my laptop keys earlier.

I asked by my gestures. "Eating meatballs at Takim's," replied Julia by her gestures. In the living room, I saw a pile and rows of old books. Books were not like academic books. Even if it was called a novel, it might be from the action-conspiracy-horror-thriller-mystery genre. Well, the title alone already made people goosebumps.

"Ah, you've finally decided to bless me with your presence I see," was the first thing that I said as I strutted into the room, that Martina had told me was the Home Bar. The bar, unlike the rest of the old home, was definitely modern and was on its own floor because Martina had told me that Aebischer likes to host his brothers over quite frequently so they needed more space. There was an entire section, wall to wall just covered in all kinds of expensive liquor, along with a long bar island and bar stools. On the other section there was a pool table, a bowling alley and several gambling tables.

Runa POV *3 months ago* I let my fingers strum against the dark varnished oak wood bar which is designed intricately with various scenes of wolves in group hunts. This was very much a shifters bar but on the off chance a human happened to stumble by, they would take it as a tourist attraction. It reeked tourism even in the wooden smell, the stale beer spilled carpet and the fire cracking in the large fireplace, they would think that this is a bar designed to offer passing trade an insight into perhaps a time from before.

"So no snooping in the bag." "I hate surprises," Cole groans and we go into the living room where Danielle is reading. "That's my book," Marcus says and Danielle holds her hand up as she finishes what she's reading. Marcus raises his eyebrows at the sass she's giving him. "I kept your place, don't worry," she says and shows him where his bookmark is. Marcus grumbles and lets her have the book. Marcus makes stir fry for tea while Cole and Danielle stalk hot guys on I*******m. I sit next to them with Minnie on my lap and give my input when they ask.

Allan walked to the room on the right where there was a special room where he put his books and an easy chair facing the window. Allan chose one of his books that was quite thick. A business journal it seemed. Allan began to take a position and started reading, not how long he read for but his eyes refused to close. He anxiously closed the book again. "Oh, yes. Perhaps I could read a light book perhaps? A novel? Let's see, do I have a novel? I don't think so! How about this? Wait a minute...whose book is this? A novel? I don't think so..not mine! Does Eve have one? I'd rather just read this!" Allan picked up the only novel there which was in the far right corner almost covered by Allan's oth

In my current state I doubt I'd be able to get it up anyway. One evening, while pointlessly walking through my bookstore shift in a depressed mental fog, I'm shocked when I look up and see Barbara, the third neglected black housewife enter the store. I'm thinking it's just a coincidence, she's probably shopping but then she spots me and heads purposefully in my direction.

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