The Bookstore Sisters Novels & Stories

Of course such alliances are strong for as long as they are useful to those with the most to gain, but the two packs had co-existed peacefully for many years, and there wasn’t anything to suggest a change in that relationship. The three sisters arrived at the party and were immediately overwhelmed by the sight of everything before them. Nora, of course, was at once entranced by the soft, twinkling lights, hung as if by magic, throughout the tents. Thousands of flowers lined every available surface that wasn’t laden down with delicious foods, and delicate music filled the empty spaces, coming as if from nowhere, as they couldn’t even see a band for all of the people in front of them. Chagrine

“And finding what was never meant to be found.” Her fingers tightened around a hardcover. “There’s a novel about siblings separated by war,” she offered cautiously. His gaze sharpened immediately. “Siblings?” “Yes.” He studied her — not casually, but searchingly. “I’ll take it.” As she handed the book to him, their fingers brushed. The contact was fleeting. Yet something inside her stilled, like a compass uncertain of its direction. From behind them, Lena’s voice rang out. “Okay, who is tall, mysterious, and making this bookstore look like a romance novel?”

My mother glared at her murderously, "Harm her again. I'll kill you." I gasped at my mother's threat. Katherine's smile flattered. She stared back at each other with hatred. "Mom," My eyes were big. Drake touched my arm, "We're not here for this. This can wait." He said, tugging me away from them. My gaze swiped over Lance. Was he responsible for this? The hatred between two sisters? I pursed my lips. "Do we have to find the book?" I heard Elizabeth. My feet halted behind them. My jaw dropped at the size of the library. The ceiling must be twenty feet above. The bookcases were touching the roof. Mostly old books greeted us.

The stalker slipped into the bakery to see if Crystal had gone in there, and the minute he was out of sight, she made a mad dash to the bookstore. The bookstore had a total of three floors, and each floor stored books for different ages. For example, economics and professional books were on the first floor. Crystal checked some information on the internet by herself and selected several popular books based on their ratings and reviews. There were not very many people near the bookstore, and as Crystal was leaving, someone grabbed her from behind and used a chloroform-soaked handkerchief to cover her face. She immediately began to struggle, but it was of no use. The man was too strong, and sh

"I was looking for that book of mine but I couldn't find it. It suddenly disappeared like a bubble. Also, don't you hate that story? Why are you suddenly interested in that book?" "I just wanted to take a look. But if you can't find your book is, just never mind it," he said. Maybe if she force her to find the book she would be asked many questions. She was not ready to tell her what had happened to her because she would certainly not believe her. "By the way, Sister Yassi. I'm going to the grocery store. Do you have anything that you want me to buy for you?" She immediately shook her head. "No. Just go but don't take too long," she shooed her younger sister away. She wanted to be alone in h

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive bourbon, expensive cigars, and the cheap, thrilling musk of a woman who wasn't my wife. Beatrice, my wife's younger sister, stood by the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, her fingers tracing the spines of leather-bound classics. She was wearing a dress that was a direct insult to Bianca-shorter, tighter, and cut so low it was practically an invitation for a lawsuit. She knew exactly what she was doing. She'd been doing it for years.

"We called you this morning, but your girlfriend said you had an appointment. So we decided to go." "When? My girlfriend? Who?" Antony asked confused. "That woman who was at your house yesterday." Abigail answered again. "Anastasia." "She's not my girlfriend!" Antony said in a loud evasive voice. "And I don't have any appointment with her. Are you still there? I'll catch up with you." "We're done here. We're going to the bookstore after we eat." "Which bookstore?" "The bookstore in Mall B. We haven't had a chance to watch it yet and at the same time we want to drop off Aunty C.

Victoria teased, blowing on her nails as she peeked over at Celeste's. Celeste gave a faint smile. "And you’re so… loud." "Loud is called stylish, thank you very much." Afterward, they wandered toward the bookstore on 5th, where the storefront was lined with ivy and sun-faded posters of upcoming signings. Celeste slowed near the entrance, eyes already scanning the display windows with that soft, distant look Victoria had come to recognize. Victoria groaned dramatically. “Do we have to go in?” Celeste arched a brow, amused. “Yes.”

SAM I let my eyes wander around when Phoenix ushers me outside the car. This place is an old books store which is renovated in to a big and modern one. Many well-known authors used this venue for book signing events. A woman around my age approaches us wearing a bright smile on her face. “Mr. Williams, Ms. Anderson, good evening! Please, follow me.” I am surprised to hear my name, and I grin at her in return. I feel Phoenix’s hand gripping my waist. “Let’s get inside, beautiful.”

Katarina POV - Inside the Bookstore "Kat, you've been staring at that same page for twenty minutes." Selena's voice barely registered. I was lost somewhere else. The bookstore was quiet. Madame had left hours ago, leaving just me and Selena to close up for the night. I sat behind the counter with a book open in my lap—one of those dark, filthy romance novels we kept hidden in the back section. The kind with a half-naked man on the cover that would get us fired if Madame caught us reading them.