Sunshine Bookstore Novels & Stories

My body was filled with a wonderful lightness, and I felt like I could just float to the stars if I wanted. The box was filled with books, loads of books. And not just any ones— April Dove’s books. I picked up the one staring right at him. The already large grin on my face broadened as I stared at the pink, white, and red book cover and the name written in bold, sparkling pink font. ‘Our Hearts Are Always One, book two of the Pink Hearts and Sunshine series.’ The one I had asked Liam to give me. I picked up the book that was beside it, The Sunshine Is In Your Smile, the third book in the series.

But peace, as I was about to find out, was the last thing I was going to get. I needed air. I needed space from my own thoughts. Grabbing my coat, I stepped out of my office and decided to head to the café nearby. It was a cozy little place nestled between two bookstores, the kind of café that always smelled like freshly brewed espresso and warm vanilla. The walls were lined with dark wood shelves filled with coffee beans from around the world, and the air hummed with the quiet chatter of people working on their laptops or lost in hushed conversations.

The afternoon sun filtered softly through the large, spotless windows of the bookstore café, casting a warm, golden glow over the polished wooden tables. Aria wiped down the counter with a clean rag, her movements steady and practiced. The air smelled of freshly ground espresso beans, old paper, and cinnamon pastries. It was quiet, peaceful, and worlds away from the greasy, chaotic diner in the slums.

SHAWN One minute I’m sitting on my bed, still in yesterday’s clothes, staring at nothing in particular and the next, I’m waking up to sunlight cutting through the curtains and a dull heaviness sitting behind my eyes. For a second, everything feels normal. Then it comes back.The pack. The bond. Kane. I exhale slowly, dragging a hand over my face before reaching for my phone on the nightstand. A notification blinks on the screen. Mike. " I know you left.Just… whatever you decide, I'm on your side."

I accepted Annelise's invitation and visited her at her work at the mall. She used her amazing and long lunch time to show me her favorite stores, including a bookstore whose shelves reached two floors of the building, and the characteristic smell of new and never used books filled the entire environment. I myself was strongly influenced by the unique atmosphere that a library or bookstore can offer, and I ended up buying half my salary of books that would require a lot of strength from my arms to carry them. Also inside the bookstore I was introduced to one of her best friends, Zylah, a very thin and tall girl, with dark blonde hair and green eyes, and the only attendant in the whole store.

The people were writing their story at the Phoenix Center. The library at the Phoenix Center was like the heart of the building. It had arched windows that looked out at the North Slope. The green light from the vineyard poured in. Lit up the shelves. The shelves were filled with books about farming, old legal papers and handwritten notes about the soil. The air smelled like the cedar beams and the coffee that Sarah had brought from the Nairobi highlands.

By the time they returned to town, the sun had already begun its descent toward the western horizon. Evening wasn't far away. A strong sea breeze swept through the streets, carrying the sharp scent of salt. The two friends walked in comfortable silence toward the mansion of Ki Somanagara near the town square. Then a scream shattered the afternoon. A woman’s scream. High. Terrified. Echoing through the surrounding streets. Wisnumurti and Jaladri stopped instantly. “What was that?” Wisnumurti asked. “Maybe somebody got murdered,” Jaladri replied casually.

Luna’s POV We arrived at Barnes and Noble book store almost thirty minutes ago, this place was bustling. Sadie took a seat beside me while Roman stood behind watching as smalls crowds gathered. I must admit, the publishing company had done a fantastic job of advertising the book signing. Even though it wasn’t originally meant for me, the crowds took the opportunity to approach me and speak about my book. I had the pleasure of signing numerous books which to my surprise many people had purchased.

Calla’s Daughter – POV The bookstore smelled like paper and rain. Not a chain store. Not polished shelves or corporate signs. Just an old converted train depot with crooked floorboards and a chalkboard outside that read: “Tonight: The Girl in the Photograph – A Reading.” I almost didn’t show up. Even though I was the girl. Even though I’d written the book. Even though River had flown in, Melinda was already seated in the front row, and Carrie had helped organize the entire thing with a thousand checklists and two backup microphones.