The Book Guy Novels & Stories

Zari said and went back downstairs. A tall guy was putting away a couple books on the balcony shelves and he turned when Zari yelled at him. "Hello, I'm Owen, the bookstore owner." "It's beautiful in here," I said in complete awe. "Thank you. It took a while to get up and running." "But it was totally worth it," I nodded my head. "Indeed, it was," he laughed. He looked all over my face. "So how often do you read?" he asked, I felt like he was starting the interview already.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN When I arrived at this particular book shop, the people who were around it were surprised. It was rare for a student to be visiting a bookshop when the session was almost coming at the end. The shopkeeper looked at me with suspicion, and I wished I had some of my ‘Crown Prince’s Aides’ at that moment. They’d have helped to instil the fear of God into him. “What particular book are you looking for sir?”. “Give me that 2009 Guinness Book of World Records…” I walked into the inner part of the book shop and excused myself after I belched.

(Book Store Clerk) This is the 10th book store that I have made my stop at, after I left Honey Art Studio, and every time I visited a book stores since the first one, I would buy educational books, text books, law books, engineering, arts, computer, sciences I even bought magazine and child books, not to mentions all the philosophy and self development books, That the stores has, Usually when I made a stop, I would stroll up to one of the bookshelf, then I just pointed all of the selves and bought everything in it and on their stocks. And after the 2nd store, the store clerk will always give the same look, ‘is this real’ look, and I just pointed at my bodyguards and they immediately packed e

"I always wanted to try those plays, but I've never met someone who wants to. You're the first one. So, do you want us to play again?" I stared at him, trying to figure out if he was telling the truth or not. Well, upon looking and observing every small movement he had, I guess it wasn't lying at all. "You don't need my number. If I am free, I always come to the club with my usual spot. And, oh, by the way, what's your name again?" The man smiled. "George. My name is George Riley." I reached out my hand to him. "Sherly. It was nice meeting you. Let's have fun again next time." I pick up my phone, bags, and other things needed. "I have to go now; I still have class. Good bye!"

butterflies in my stomach I avert my eyes. When I turn to Carla, I see she’s gone. I sigh. I take out my phone and go into my bookstore. I pick out a book out of the Piper Rayne collection, the two of them have to be one of my all-time favorite authors. I read the book while I wait for Carla to return. She told me she’d let me know if she left. I am so focused on my book I didn’t realize until he spoke up that he was beside me. “So, miss Library what you doing reading in a bar?” the guy I was looking at earlier asks.

I made my way through the shelves, taking deep breaths as I glided my fingers along the spines of the books. Oh yes, I’d be spending a lot of time here, a lot of time indeed. Ever since childhood books have been my way out, my escape from the shitty reality I live in, and one day something I’ve written will offer someone a means of escape. Yeah, I know, weird idea since I’m a law major. I had exited the shelves upon shelves of books to take a seat when, a few tables away from me, a guy got to his feet. It was like watching a giant who had been crouching down stand tall. The man before me was at least six foot four with raven black hair, a

"Aww a mini Lance. That's so adorable. And what's the book about." "About a girl falling for someone unexpected. The same guy that told her on her worst day that, one day a stranger will walk into her life and will flip her world upside down. And it will make her realize as to why it never worked out with anyone else but him." I smiled while looking at him in the crowd. "The book is called, My Personal BodyGuard. Based on true events." I smiled. Once my interview was over there was a meet and greet. I walked over there and there was a big line. It lasted about 2 hours.

The bell above the door makes a sound, and I wave at the older man standing behind the desk as I enter the dusty old bookstore. "Good morning!" "Ah, a customer! How exciting!" The man pushes his glasses further up his nose and tilts his head at me. His hair is whiter than snow, while his skin is tanned from staying outside for too long. "Anything, in particular, you're looking for?" I nod at him, looking around to ensure we are alone before whispering. "I need the anatomy book you've got—full-on body display and the one murderers look for.."

My back aches, but I could spare a second to bow down to the elderly man. "How may I help you?" I asked him. He dug his hand inside the bag he carried. I wanted to run, but I know he won't be that foolish to kill me right in a public place. "Take." He gestured his hands forward with the book in his hand. "What is this?" I asked him, collecting the book from his hand. "It is a popular book that no one knows." He said. "What should I do with it?" I asked.

Because of a guy whose face I haven't even seen yet? Blame my hormones. I'm an 19 years old girl. I'm not supposed to feel like a 17 years old dude! Shoot. I lean closer to see more. The book. What was he reading? 'Microeconometrics in Business Management.' A sigh of relief escapes my lips. At least, it isn't some kind of p**n magazine. I don't want a pervert hanging around in my brother's house. Our house, now. My parents' house, technically. Whatever.