The Book Guy Novels & Stories

he advises. I thank him with a nod and watch as he bounces back behind the counter to finish his own book. I pick through a couple that have interesting covers, but after reading the jackets I put them down. It takes me forever to finally find one that sounds like it may work. The Business of Business sounds boring enough to put me to sleep. I don’t want to spend any more time digging through stacks, so I grab a random paperback that’s sitting on the edge of the table before heading to the counter. “Excellent choice!” the bookkeeper chirps as he rings me up. “This one here is a riveting read,” he says, holding up the paperback I hadn’t even glanced at.

He tries to keep a positive attitude. "You're working in Dreamy Stories?" the cute guy said after pon reading their calling cards. "Yes we do," said Hyun. "My girlfriend is a fan of the books you published recently," the cute guy said. Now, it's Hyun's turn to feel the downpour. He rolled his eyes first before saying something. "She's the author," he said pointing to Cela. The cute guy is amazed. He then got a copy of Cela's second book from his bag. He told them that he just purchased the book yesterday and plans on giving it as a surprise gift to his girlfriend today.

I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read. "Ella, stop slouching around and get to work" my manager yells at me, there was no one in the shop while I was sitting around here. I looked up to see a woman standing next to the register, I huffed angrily and put the book away before walking over to the nice looking lady. "Hi ma'am, how may I help you?" I ask the woman, she was only about five feet tall, with brown long hair and brown eyes. "Hello, I'm here for the new werewolf story" she says looking at me, I tried my best to hide under my own overgrown bangs.

He went straight to the bookshelf at the back of the shop. “Are you new here?” a sudden grumpy voice followed him behind. “Uh….” Ryan almost jumped off at the voice. He turned around to see an old man about above fifty years old, approached him, trudging. “Hello, I’m the owner of this bookstore.” That man replied, his voice shaking, “I’m Nicholas, you can call me Nick.” “Yeah, I’m new here, just moved yesterday down the alley,” he stated, holding a crime novel.

Beggers can't be choosers anyway. The library was like it always was, quiet, dark and filled with a lot of shelves. The library guy, Duke, gave me a little wave when he saw me. He finished up with arranging the books he had with him on a shelf and walked to where I was. "Hello miss," He grinned, wiping a smudge of dust that had managed to stick to the side of his shirt, "What kind of book are you looking for today?"

Sighing, I walk back towards the path I came, heading towards the bookstore that I usually go to incase I have any books I want to purchase. ''Good morning, Rose.'' Jack, the owner here, greets me. He's almost in his seventies but he's a very hardworking man. Besides, whenever I tell him to go home and get some rest or slack off, he would say that he doesn't have anything else to do; this bookstore is where he wants to spend his time. I smile at him, heading towards his direction, ''Good morning, Jack. How are you?'' He lets out a breathy laugh, ''I'm good, how are you? It's been awhile since I last saw you and your boyfriend. Are you two doing well?'' The sky blue eyes he have never fail to

he said, holding the door open. The store was exactly what a bookstore should be—cramped and cluttered, with books stacked on every surface and a cat sleeping on the counter. The owner, an elderly woman with silver braids, barely looked up from her own book as we entered. "Pick three," Adrian said. "Any three books you want. My treat." "You don't have to—" "I know I don't have to. I want to." He gestured to the shelves. "Go. Browse. Get lost."

She let out a breath, shaking her head as she left the chair before pointing at me. “Let me break it down for you to understand. The bookshop you lockpicked— don't even fucking argue against that. I know for a FACT thai I locked it— and intruded on is MINE and it's on the other side of this room which I ALSO own because I own the entire BUILDING.” She huffed indignantly.

He handed the books he had chosen to the young worker and stuffed his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. "'The SAS Survival Handbook?' and '2020 Standard Catalog of Firearms'?..." The worker raised her brows at the young man in front of her, the corner of her lips twitching unconsciously, as she used this opportunity to look at his handsome face. "Your taste is still as random as always." This guy would either wander around the bookstore just looking around, or buy the most random craziest books ever. She remembers the first time she saw him buying books here, the titles of those being "Demons: The Devil, Possession & Exorcism" and "Poisonous Plants". The poor girl wasn't sure if this guy wa

There he was, in his authoritative posture, reading what seemed like an encyclopedia; a massive book with pages that appeared to be extremely thin. Of course, this guy would never read a magazine or any other ordinary book. It was always some sort of intellectual boring science book. Staring into the book, he muttered, "Quit peeping and close that door, Winslow," I closed the door behind me after recovering from the shock he'd given me. I walked towards him meekly. "You asked to see me, Mr. Decarlo?" "No. I asked you to see me," he said, closing the huge book he had in his hands. "You know, Winslow, you never cease to impress me by placing second in class, while having so many voids in your