Tempest Book Shop Novels & Stories

I was stunned it’s here! I entered the bookstore. “Welcome sir how may I help you?” The guy from earlier said. “Where I can find the “Mi Tesoro” book?” I ask. Well that’s my book, a tragic one. “This way sir” Then he led me on the middle part of the shelf. He left me there and I pick a copy of my book. Wow, I didn’t know they bought a lot of copies of my book. Why did they do it? “It’s Red Wrights book sir” A female voice emerge from my behind.

She slowly opened her eyes to find Bernard's handsome face staring back at her. His face was only a few inches away, catching her off guard. Her eyes widened, and she quickly straightened her body, causing their foreheads to collide. They both held their foreheads together and hissed in unison. They then exchanged glances before laughing. "Damn! That forehead of yours is quite strong, Señorita," Bernard said, making her laugh. "Asshole," she said while shaking her head, making Bernard smirk. When Monette noticed the unfamiliar place, she looked up and frowned. Her gaze was drawn to a massive, old-fashioned, and grand mansion directly in front of where their car had stopped. She dashed out of

It looks different though, more like a warehouse. I take a deep breath and make my way towards the entrance, but one foot at the front door and I am greeted by curved glass and steel with RED MOON written over the frosted glass doors. My eyes narrow in suspicion. The name sounds like one of the many cults that the convent used to warn us of. “RED MOON?” I mutter, shaking my head. “What blasphemy is this? This goes against the teachings of –“ Oh. Bacon….I smell bacon. Cults don’t serve bacon. Umm…maybe RED MOON’s just a fancy name for the warehouse. My stomach grumbles and I realize I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday!

They are pure evil. “ Find a girl name Elyna Casper. She know where is the heart, ” the man give they an order. At once, they all immediately disappear to find Elyna. --- “ You such a dick, ” Elyna and Adryan still fighting over their little incidents. “ Then you such a pussy, ” Adryan fight back did not want to lose. “ You’re totally psycho, ” Elyna looking sharply at Adryan with her heart is burn inside with all the anger that she felt towards him.

Tina pushed her bottom lip out in a pout, crossing her arms over her chest as she paused in the opening to Skylar's cubicle and watched as Skylar sat down and wiggled the mouse to wake her computer screen. Skylar ignored Tina's pout and opened the available placements memo from that morning. Mostly more accounting firms, law offices, and a couple big companies looking for mailroom temps. Skylar stopped scrolling and clicked on one of the placements. She knew it must be the one Tina was talking about because she heard an excited squeak behind her. Banscroft Empires. Looking for a temp placement for CEO James Banscroft's personal secretary. Skylar quickly clicked apply and said a quick prayer

She stopped at the corner of a street she didn't have a specific reason to be on. There was a bookshop at the end of the block. Used, by the look of it — the kind of place that had stopped organizing itself by any system other than accumulation, books stacked in windows and spilling onto a rack outside, a handwritten sign in the door that said OPEN in letters that leaned slightly to the left. Above the bookshop, basement windows glowed with warm light. Ilyra stood on the corner and looked at it. She didn't have her tablet. She couldn't report it even if she'd wanted to. She had walked here without a route, without a purpose, without the apparatus of the thing she was in the process of stoppi

he said. I looked out the window. “There’s a bookshop,” I said. “Two streets from the market. So small you have to turn sideways in the aisles. I bought two books I didn’t need.” “What kind.” “One about a woman who builds boats. One about a city that doesn’t exist.” He made a sound that was almost a laugh. “Of course.” “Of course what.” “You’d find the one bookshop,” he said. “In the whole city. First month.”

HE FOUND HER The bookshop was called Paige & Prose.It was the kind of place that had no business existing in a city like this — tucked between a laundromat and a phone repair shop on a street that couldn't decide if it was charming or forgotten. The sign above the door was hand-painted. The windows were always slightly fogged. Inside it smelled like old paper and cinnamon and something warm that Rain had never been able to name but had always associated with safety.She had worked here for two years.She loved it more than almost anything.She was on her knees behind the front counter Tuesday morning, reorganizing the bottom shelf of new arrivals, when the bell above the door chimed."I'll be ri