Novel Idea Bookstore Novels & Stories

He needs to preserve who he is – a story – something that will always be remembered, something that someone rarely forgets. Next to the hotel where he spent the nights with Daniel multiple times is a mall. Inside it, of course, were bookstores. He goes inside and heads towards the nearest available ‘Booksale’ boutique and scans among the wide array of pre-loved books which are still good for any collection. He bumps into a girl holding an orange paperback novel seemingly invested in its plot, ‘The Darkest Minds’ the book cover reads. “Hey,” he tapped the girl’s shoulder. “Hmm?” the girl looks in his direction, she has a short hair, rounded face, and a cheeky smile.

I say quietly wondering what he's holding back from saying. "The store looks great, I opened the door and opened the register already, we can go over that tomorrow I didnt have the time today to go over it with you." I winced at the fact that James is already interferring with my new job. "So when a customer comes in I want you to just welcome them in, ask if they need any help. Most of the time people come in here to browse and just hang out. We do have study hours where people can come in and sit in the back at study for a while. We also allow the kids to wander about read as much as they want. If someone wants to purchase something from the kids section we have the new copies in the stock

I carefully stepped into the shop and greeted by an old man in his sixties. "Morning, I'm Marissa Henderson. I'm here to meet with Mr. Archibald Michaels?" "Ah...there you are, come in Ms. Henderson. Call me Archie, welcome to "Novelty", my little bookstore. I didn't know why you answer my opening, but you seem too lovely to tend to this old bookstore. Come sit down and we will have some tea." He ushered me to a window seating, the place was nice. "Oh, thank you. And call me Marissa please." I followed him.

On the breakfast, she told him everything, how she found out about the existence of the real Ivana, how she ran away, how she met Reece and ended up attending his nephew's birthday and how she ended up in front of his book store. "I see," He nodded. "And... hmm..." She hesitated, Come on, Elle, didn't we decide to be shameless? Her subconscious self proded. "Remember I told you I can make you rich?" She wiggled her eyebrows. "So?" He shrugged. "When I get back, I'll turn this bookstore into a huge publishing house, and from the owner of this small book store, you'll be the owner of that huge publishing house, how does the deal sound?" She looked at him with hopeful eyes.

Everything in the street screamed a throwback in the past in the future, and I wasn’t even going to complain… I love me some historical experiences. It did not take long before arriving at the bookstore that Enrique told me about. It was a small one and the owner was so kind and bubbly. There was a part of the bookstore which was also turned into a library, and they also sell snacks for a small price which Enrique immediately asked for. I busied myself reading a novel I found intriguing from the shelves whilst eating a Macaron. But I couldn’t stop myself from looking at Enrique as he checks the photos from his DSLR… I have never seen smiling this close.

“She’s been upset with how things have been going for a while. She wants to save the store, but the business isn’t the same. People usually shop online for books or they go to the big chain stores. Keeping extra inventory upstairs isn’t necessary.” I nodded. Not only had the book business changed, but so had everything else. I was fortunate enough to work in an essential field. Constructions was a vital industry and would never stop. There was no convenient online way to get a house built to draw customers away. “Do you think it’s a bad idea if I buy the space from you? I don’t want to make her life hell.”

I never thought of it back then because I never really had the opportunity to explore any library, but thinking about it now, I realized that it was what I really wanted. The booksellers were surprised at my statement, but I didn’t change my mind. If Cain hadn’t spoken to me, I probably would have gone along with just any recommendation, but not right now. This was the first time I got to do something that was mine, freely and without having to work my ass off for it, and I wanted to explore it completely. “I want brown and old,” I started. “Something that speaks of writers’ thoughts and ideas when I walk into it, and not some fancy room that makes me want to sleep off,” I explained.

I wanted to pretend for a little while that we were just a couple, that our lives weren’t the stuff of political scandal and whispered betrayal. The bookstore we chose was nestled on a quiet side street, its painted sign slightly faded, its windows fogged from the morning chill. Inside, the space smelled of paper and dust, with warm lighting and handwritten shelf labels. The floors creaked beneath our steps. It reminded me of the orphanage’s tiny reading nook, where I had first learned to lose myself in pages. Richard lingered behind me, his presence comforting but unobtrusive. He occasionally plucked a book from a shelf, skimming the first few lines before handing it to me.

“The bookstore?” “Yeah,” I said quickly, feeling the need to justify myself for some reason. “There’s this place downtown, Cooper’s Books, that I’ve been meaning to check out. They have a great selection of used books, and I heard they just got a new shipment in, and—” I stopped myself, realizing I was rambling. “But it’s okay if you don’t want to. It’s probably boring for you.” Nicholas grinned. “Are you kidding? I love that place.”

“Looks like I’m not done surprising you yet. And yes. I can. My familiars can sense for spirits and can pull me back. But I need you to make sure nothing else tries to come after me.” Lucas’s jaw tenses. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” “Yes. I’ve been wanting to go look through the books for a while, actually. The Academy has an extensive library. It’s two-stories tall and has the most wonderful smell of old paper and fresh ink.” “It’s obvious why you own a bookstore.” “I do like books, though our store is full of mostly fiction. I love a good romance novel.” He runs his hand up and down my arm. “Why do you love romance novels so much?”