The Book Company Novels & Stories

Literature. When I resided in England a year ago, I was healing, while Ryan put it upon himself to help me distribute my CV and Resume around the companies and out of a few that picked me, I took a liking to this one. I Love My Books. As funny as that sounds, that is the name of the company and I could say that you wouldn't find a company so great with books in another place in all of England but with us, and the juicy part was that, if you want your story to live to be published as a book, then that's our speciality.

Imre walk his way to Lex and Senan trying to stop them from what they were thinking to each other. "Stop with your nonsense conversation. We are at the Sanctuary of Life you need to give respect!" Imre exclaimed while trying to get to the way of Senan and Lex. "Ha! Ha! Ha!" Senan and Lex laugh at the same time upon hearing what Imre said. "Stop acting like a good person Imre, we know what you did before you came to be the most riches man in the land." Lex speaks up while looking at Imre.

The book launch for Emma's third novel took place on a crisp October evening at Elliott Bay Book Company, Seattle's most beloved independent bookstore. Emma stood behind the podium looking out at a packed audience of romance readers, fellow authors, publishing professionals, and friends who had supported her journey from struggling writer to bestselling author.

He nodded slowly and before he could say anything more, the bedroom door swung open. Erick and Jess stood at the doorway; they were both breathless, so we knew they were running. Jess held one of the thickest books I had ever seen; it was a large brown book with golden decals swirled throughout the cover. In the front of the book, in a silvery oval was a white infinity symbol I didn’t quite recognize and then written in white above the symbol read: Book of Magic. “Woah…” I breathed, staring at the book. It was real.

But she was also intimidated by it. “Hehe.. You can always ask me if you’re confused about something..” Dawn smiled warmly at her. “Can I? Wow.. I live with a real author! My gosh! Thank you for this Dawn! My gosh! This picture on the cover is so beautiful. It looks professionally done.. Where did you have this printed?” “Oh--that.. I sent that to a publishing company based in the USA. It’s called Wordsmith Literature.” “Wait… In the USA? As in--America?!!!”

the staff said. “Are we having problems with them? They’ve been selling my books for a long time, haven’t they? Why is this suddenly happening?” Jessica shot up from her seat at the employee’s words. “The company was bought out over a year ago. It has a new owner now. Actually, ever since the management change, Bluestar has only grown stronger. They’re now the biggest bookstore in the country, and they’re also gaining ground internationally, so we need to get on good terms with them as soon as possible,” the staff explained.

A text from an unknown number. *Dear Dr. Zanetti, I'm Clara Benson, Senior Editor at Meridian Books. I read your thesis abstract online and was incredibly impressed. I'd love to discuss the possibility of publishing it as a monograph. Are you free for a coffee next week?* Keira stared at the screen, her heart hammering. Meridian Books. One of the most respected independent publishers in the UK, known for their beautifully produced academic titles and their commitment to emerging voices. They'd published books she'd cited in her thesis. Books that had shaped her thinking.

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

Michael's pov - The whole day, it took time with several meetings to detect mostly the projects of our group which are at a loss. But in this, the book publishing company has been in full loss for years. I have to discuss this with Dad. I don't have any other option right now. I have to shut down that company. "What are you thinking, Mick?" Jack enters with a file. "Pattinson Publication. It's been a loss for so many years. I think we should close this company." I look into his eyes from my computer screen.

If this was a trap, better one of us fall than both. He'd argued. Of course he'd argued. But in the end, he understood. Some doors only open for one person. The bookstore was called "Between the Pages." A narrow storefront on a quiet street, windows fogged with salt air, a hand-painted sign creaking in the wind. I stood across the street for ten minutes, watching. Trying to see if this was real or another layer of the game. Then I crossed and pushed open the door. --- The bell above the door chimed softly.