The Book Guy Novels & Stories

"Excellent work, Mr. Park. You've proven once again why you're an invaluable asset to our organization." Gratitude filled Mr. Park's eyes as he bowed slightly. "Thank you, sir. I'm honored to serve." Hideous thought of something. How long has it been since Mr. Park has been by his side? It was right before he started. Before, he needed to act like an ordinary person in a public government school. Haesoo Park, also known as Mr. Park, is the only person who sticks around him, even though there are a lot of bad rumors around him. It was as if he knew who he was, but when he did the background check that time, that was not the case. Haesoo is stuck with him because he's protecting him from those

Zero I passed the shelves, my fingers trailing on the pines as I walked, searching for the perfect book to read at work. I used to be a chronic addict of books when I was in college but now, being the CEO, sorry, acting CEO, I don’t even have the time to pick a book, but that changes now. Finally, my eyes stopped on one book, just as I was about to grab it, a masculine hand reached out for it and grabbed it. My gaze rests on him, disappointment simmering in my blood. But then his sharp jaw line distracts me.

I heaved a breathless sigh and turned around, astounded by his behavior, I lacked the strength to debate with him when my stomach is on rampage. I toured around his house until I stumbled upon a library, my eyes broadened at the books, no, number of books lying casually, it was a fucking bookstore, except the store. It was clear that this was his personal sanctuary, a place for him to find solace and breathe freely. A man like him, is he interested in books? Excitement fueled my steps as I meticulously explored each section, discovering an abundance of science titles. He loves science? It felt like unravelling a captivating mystery to know what lies beneath this mafia Kai Eldorado’s stoned h

It was the specific and unexpected forty-five minutes of a man who had walked into a shop without knowing what he was doing there and had discovered, in the particular and unhurried way of an experience that had not been planned and therefore had not been pre-managed, that he was interested. The bookseller's name was Arthur. I knew this because there was a card on the counter and because he introduced himself in the specific and matter-of-fact way of a man who provided his name as information rather than as the social opening of a transaction. He had been in the shop for twenty-three years. He had opened it after a career in publishing that had ended, by his account, because the industry had

"Yes. We close at nine." The man walked toward the desk, his heavy boots echoing in the empty space. He pulled a stack of four hardcover books from inside his jacket, somehow keeping them dry. He set them on the counter with a solid thud. "Returning these. Didn't want to get hit with another fine. You guys are ruthless." Owen looked at the books. They were all westerns. Louis L'Amour. "We prefer to think of it as incentivizing punctuality." The man laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through the quiet room. "I bet you do. I'm Jax, by the way."

He starts the engine and drives off. I look around the huge library. The books are in a different section while the quiet room where books are read are in a different section as well. I am lucky that there are not much people here. I walk to a young dark skin gentle man who is at the other side of the counter, he seems to be the librarian. He stands to his feet and walk to the counter and rests his hand on the counter as he waits for me to speak. “Ancient”, is all I can say to avoid looking like a fool.

he replied before fixing his glasses again then he stepped closer, his height made him tower over me and he held his hand out for a handshake. “Arnold Fusser. That's my name and I'm the owner of this bookshop, nice to meet you…” he drew on since he didn't know my name and I took his hand to return the handshake before I offered him a more comfortable smile as my body relaxed on knowing he was the owner of the bookshop. “Ruby Sinclair. Nice to meet you, Arnold Fusser” I told him and we let go of each other’s hands then he took two steps back and gestured toward the book I held.

“Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ” He shrugged, flipping another page. “I keep telling you not to judge me with your assumptions.” “I'm sorry if my assumptions don't fit your personality,” I said, taking the seat across from him. “Why this book?” I asked, stealing the opportunity to know what the real Kael is like. “I like books that… make me think. And this one does.” “Think about what?” I asked, hoping my curiosity wasn't obvious. “Is this some sort of interview?” he asked, placing the book on the table without closing it.

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"It looks ancient, as if it holds a secret meaning. Perhaps it leads to a forgotten realm or a hidden path." Intrigued by the book's enigmatic allure, they approached the bookstore owner, an elderly man with a kind smile and a twinkle in his eyes. "Excuse me, sir," Aric began, holding up the book. "We couldn't help but be captivated by this book. Do you know anything about it?"