The Book Company Novels & Stories

The sign above the front door reads 'Shakespeare and Company' "It's one of the most famous bookstores in France, it's been open for nearly a hundred years and a lot of writers have passed through it and been inspired by it. I thought you might like it" Rhodes explains as we stand at the threshold of the store. I drag my eyes away from the facade to look up at him as he peers down nervously at me. Quickly I stand up on my tiptoes and press my lips to his, threading them through his hair and tugging him downwards to mine. He listens when I think he's not listening, he takes an interest in the things I'm passionate about and takes it upon himself to find things that will make me happy. My heart

everything. So a few days ago I got a call from some company called L.V PUBLISHING HOUSE... I asked Susan to Google the company for me and tell me the most important things about it. Turned out that it was now four years old and has pretty much grown for a new company. Published a few nice books, I've seen their authors on tv and met some at book launches. For that I trusted them to hire me. "So I ladies am soo ready to go get this job at Love Very Publishing House..tomorrow" I said making my friends laugh.

The girl said. “Same here. I actually thought that this book wasn’t popular but you’re reading it as well. Oh, I’m Kayne by the way, Kayne David.” “I’m Natsumi Koga, it’s nice to meet you!” “Ah yes, you as well. I was actually about to ask if you always come here.” Kayne asked. “Uhuh, I always go to this café every time I go to town, this is actually kind of my spot, haha.”

“Our bar… we suddenly got a bunch of huge bookings. Three, back to back.” She blinked in confusion. The place had basically been half shut down for a while now. She was surprised anyone would even show up, let alone place big orders. Still, she was cautious. “Which company made the booking? Be careful, could be a prank.” “No, they even paid a deposit. They’re serious—really serious!” Francie sounded both thrilled and a little overwhelmed. “Have you heard of this company? It’s called Maren. I looked them up—they’re a major name in fashion.”

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

"Yara, I heard you're leaving because of me. Please don't. Mr. Cromwell really loves you. He can't live without you. I'm sorry. I'll resign today, okay?" She grabbed a blank sheet off Derrick's desk and started pretending to write a resignation letter. I couldn't help it—I laughed. But Derrick didn't see through her. He rushed over, snatched the paper and pen from her like some knight in shining armor. "This has nothing to do with you. You're innocent. If anyone should leave, it's not you." Molly blinked dramatically. "But if Yara goes... what'll happen to the company?" "I don't believe the company can't run without her."

I can also do that to know the history of JBC Publishing, but I'd rather leave that place and stay somewhere more comfortable. I scanned each bookshelf to check where I can get books about the company. There are many kinds of books here. It's divided into different categories. The first one is engineering textbooks. The second is accounting. There's business, management and the last one is all about writing and publications. At least I know where I should go next time. At the corner end, there's a small corner where the logo of the company is painted. Below that is a table with different books. The one on top says, JBC and It's Beginnings". So this is what I needed. I grabbed some books and

I hope that she knows I genuinely liked the coffee from yesterday, my awkwardness sometimes hides how much I appreciate things. Before I knew where I was going, I was looking up at a sign that read "Used Books". I'd seen it on my way to the clothing store yesterday, it was right down the street from Ann's. As I was walking in I heard another obnoxious bell. Why does everyone have these bells on their business doors?! The whole space was floor to ceiling bookshelves. I took a big breath in through my nose, the smell of old books filled the air. This was heaven. Reading was my only escape from pack life. Pack life was for the most part, easy, predictable. But the human world had so much to off

he says in a sad voice, I get what he means if this place wasn't kink-friendly we'll all have to hide a big part of ourselves behind closed doors. I once read a story, it's called littles academy, a world where everyone is either sub or dom, and littles are regular and real things, I loved that book and the author is awesome. But sadly outside of this company walls showing my little self would be a big mistake people would judge and talk badly about you.

I reached the double doors of the library and pushed one open, slipping inside. The smell hit me instantly—old paper, leather, and polish. It was a scent of power. Moonlight bathed the room, illuminating rows upon rows of towering bookshelves that seemed to reach the ceiling. I didn't waste a second. I moved to the business section, my fingers trailing over the spines of books that likely cost more than my old apartment. Corporate Strategy. Advanced Economics. The Principles of Leadership. I pulled them down, one by one. I grabbed books on accounting, on stock market basics, on organizational behavior. The stack grew heavy in my arms, digging into my skin, but the physical weight was groundi