The Book Place Novels & Stories

Calla’s Daughter – POV The bookstore smelled like paper and rain. Not a chain store. Not polished shelves or corporate signs. Just an old converted train depot with crooked floorboards and a chalkboard outside that read: “Tonight: The Girl in the Photograph – A Reading.” I almost didn’t show up. Even though I was the girl. Even though I’d written the book. Even though River had flown in, Melinda was already seated in the front row, and Carrie had helped organize the entire thing with a thousand checklists and two backup microphones.

I mumbled with a full mouth. "There's extra in there. Let's keep moving." We turned the corner into another street lined with low brick buildings. One had a dusty window and a sun-faded sign that read Dog-Eared Pages. "This place is a little gem," Robbie said. "If you ever want to read up on modern stuff written for wolves from the old packs—this is where to do it. They even have books on magic you won't find in human shops." That piqued my interest immediately, but—

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"Let us go meet her." Chicago was a five hour drive. Liam drove. Anna sat in the back. I navigated. The rain followed us the whole way. Grey skies. Grey roads. Grey everything. The bookstore was called "Pages." It sat on a corner between a coffee shop and a flower store. The windows were full of bestsellers. A sign on the door said "Open." We walked in. Bells jingled. The smell of paper and old wood wrapped around me. Shelves stretched to the ceiling. A cat slept on a pile of romance novels.

“Athena,” Nikki called out as she enters the pack house’s mini-library. “I am here,” I shouted, I was seated on the floor beside one of the bookshelves. I didn’t know that the pack house this much of books and some of them are even documentaries of the previous people of Purple Hill. I will learn so much more here than from the books that I will buy in the book store. “I never knew you love reading,” Nikki said as she sat beside me while placing the tray of food she was carrying on the floor.

Changing personalities from time to time. When I flipped into the other pages, it suddenly vanished just in a snap and when I turned my head up, our strict librarian was already in front of me holding the book I recently read on his right hand. She raised an eyebrows to me and rolled her eyes after. If we're not allowed to read it then they should keep it in the private area. How can they keep such a private book in the public shelves? I made a face and drop off my gaze in the table. I look at the librarian and I saw she placed the book inside the vault near her table. Is it a secret? Why does it needs to be place in the vault where there were so many space in her shelf.

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.”

He grinned like a Cheshire cat, then laughed. “Ok, what is this place called?” I asked. “Café Rouge, it is a nice place with a bookshop at the front. So you can go in and sit in the coffee shop reading your sappy romantic novels,” He said, “That is the only information that you need right now,” He added. How does he know what I read? My taste in books has changed since I last saw him. “How do you know what I read?” I asked, feeling slightly on edge.

As their journey unfolded, Emily and Liam discovered a hidden gem—an old, charming bookstore nestled in a quaint corner of the city. Intrigued by its cozy ambiance and shelves brimming with books, they couldn't resist the allure of the written word. Hand in hand, they stepped through the creaking door, greeted by the soft scent of aged paper and the hushed whispers of stories waiting to be discovered. They wandered through the aisles, running their fingers along spines that held countless worlds within their pages.

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.