Prologue Bookshop Novels & Stories

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The ladies all giggle and Julie stands, handing a new bookmark to each of us. "Yes. We figured we'd get you ones that suited you a little better." she says. The new one is dark blue with gold lettering that says 'Real men read dirty books'. I smile and look over at Ev who's showing Harper his excitedly. "These are great. Thank you." I say just as Bri nudges me. "Oh! Tell them your joke, love!" Harper says excitedly. Ev rolls his eyes before addressing the group.

I am in while not take a look around. I walk in and the light turn on. I look around but don't see anyone who would turn on the light. It should be motion detector. I walk straight down and halt when I see where it leads me to. A large, spacious hall filled with book- ancient books. The shelves are tall and filled with books. At the center is a large book which is open, it is on a pulpit. I walk towards the pulpit and climb the little podium. It is a book of their history. It is on the page that talks about rules

I cough when it raises a puff of dust into the air on its way. “I gave you all the ones with more pictures,” Roger murmurs, closing his book and reaching for his next as well. “Wanted to make it easy on you.” My mouth drops open in a little outrage at his implication there but then I see the upturned corner of his lip. “Liar,” I say, smiling down at my book as I open the cover. The title page reads A Complete History of the Cults of the Dark God, 1862. “You just didn’t want to get your hands and clothes dusty touching all these old ones.” Passively, I gesture to my clothes – which are indeed covered in a light layer of grey library dust.

The Book Nook Intro Marcel, the brooding owner of the book store “The Book Nook” has long harbored a forbidden crush and obsession for Vivienne, a stunning woman who often lingers in his shop long after hours, her presence a tantalizing mix of innocence and seduction. Their chemistry has simmered beneath the surface for months, but neither dares to cross the line until one stormy night that changes everything.

But she walked the floor slowly during the mid-morning quiet, the shop empty of customers, and let herself actually look again. The front sections were ordinary enough. Contemporary fiction. Biography. The rotating display of whatever was selling that season. Nothing unusual. The bookshop wasn’t just a random place of employment. It sat directly, flawlessly in the center of the crosshairs of her life. Moving with slow, guarded steps, Caelith walked down the narrow center aisle toward the back corner of the shop, the scent of old and new paper and old glue filling her senses. Her fingers brushed against the spines of the folklore and ancient history section. She had gone through some of these

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He looked at the print again. "Like the fig tree," he said. "Like the fig tree." We bought it. The bookshop was twenty minutes further. It was the kind of place that had been on that corner for thirty years and intended to stay. Narrow aisles, books shelved by a logic that rewarded patience, the reading room in the back exactly as I remembered it. Two chairs angled toward a window. A small table between them. A lamp that was on regardless of the hour. We settled. He'd picked up something from the front, history, I thought, without looking closely. I had a novel I'd been carrying in my bag for two weeks, waiting for the right hour.

I followed what he said and entered the silent aisles and my pointer finger ran along the shelves while squinting my eyes to find a good book. Book after book, one caught my eye and I tip-toed to reach for it, immediately opening the pages once taking it in my hands. I leaned my body to the shelf in front of me and read the prologue of the story. Turning the pages more, I wasn’t aware that I was standing for quite a long time already to notice that I was almost half of the story and Brye walked closer to me.