Novel & Cerita The Last Bookshop In London

The soft groan of wood rang out in the quiet bookstore as Lena turned over the last sign on the door: **CLOSED**. Outside, the city drew a breath, illuminated by amber streetlights and the quiet rumble of passing cars. Within, the world held its breath. Warm. Intimate. Holy.

I twisted the key, the engine snarling to life, and pulled out, as I tried to catch up with him keeping a close distance behind their convoy. ****** About thirty minutes later, Lancaster’s brake lights glowed as his car began to slow, then turned onto a derelict street on the outskirts of Bellmere. We followed, pulling to a stop behind them. We had arrived. In front of us stood a seemingly abandoned bookshop, its windows boarded up and its signboard barely even hanging, almost like it was about to fall. “Are you sure this is the right place?” Ivy’s voice was skeptical from the back seat. “My thoughts exactly,” Keisha chimed in, leaning forward. “Of all the places to meet… a creepy, abandoned

CHAPTER ONE Unforgotten Janice gazed through the window of the tinted glass of the land rover as it sped past the busy London street. It was a wet evening in London; the streetlights decorated the street like satellites dotted across the galaxy. The lights from the apartment's windows made it even better- the view was simply breathtaking! This is one of the many things Janice loved about London; aside from the weather, the tea and cake, especially St. Lauren's tea shop is the absolute best!

But, Lin showed nonchalance towards their unkind conduct. Instead, Lin held his head high and looked up at the sun which beat down on him mercilessly. Sweat began to roll from his dimples down to the edge of his jaw. He wiped it with his left shirt cuff. Lin knew that there laid a series of wayside second hand book shops along the street. Last time, when he was in one of the old book shops, he found a rare book written by late president, Dr Maung Maung entitled“London’s Diary”at a cheap price.

He hangs up, and I look at the dead man on the floor. I turn my back and get into the car. - To the headquarters. The car stops on a busy street full of Macdonals and Starbucks stores, but I enter the old bookstore that no one gives a fuck about. The last book that the bookstore sold must have been in 1990, but all the shelves were full of old books without a speck of dust. I look at the man behind the counter, who greets me with a nod. Moving between the shelves, I reach the end of the hall. A bookshelf slides out of its place as if by magic, and I open the steel door that becomes visible using a retina reader and a code.

When they were out of the main drinking area, where the nightclubs and bars were located, Lucas allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. Ema would be pleased. After weeks of failure, they were positive that they would receive exactly what they had been looking for. Astor followed the smell to a little, independent bookshop nestled in between a thrift store and a vegan café. Over the door was a sign that proclaimed ‘Bookmark Haven’ in finely chipped gold paint. Indeed, the bookstore was closed, and all the windows in it were blind, but Lucas was convinced the individuals were still alive in the building.

My heart could burst. "You, are so incredibly sweet" I mumble gently against his lips, still humming from my rather frenzied kiss. Rhodes's shy smile sends a warmth through my chest as we walk into the tiny bookstore, about as narrow as my apartment back home in London . It's walls are packed full of books and wildly beautiful quotes from underrated authors, I end up with a large stack of books in my arms secured by my chin as we finish touring the place. The whole time Rhodes stands beside me, pointing out books with amusing titles or a cool poster hanging high up on the wall.

"Uh, Zac organised it for me." "Yes! I'm so glad you came. Come with me." The Last Word was a beautiful place. Everything in the store was basically wood. The register was at the front and behind it was columns of bookshelves. On the side of the registers were stairs leading up to a balcony that wrapped around the store. It looked larger than what it did on the outside. "There is our manager- Owen!" She shouts at him. "I'll be back downstairs if you need anything," Zari said and went back downstairs.

He managed to live peacefully for 11 days straight until the one morning at the department store, an unexpexted meeting happened Niko went out to buy himself new clothes at the SU Department Store. A department store located at the center in the capital city of the nation. He was happily buying his pure white clothes and wanted to check the time on his phone, seeing that he left his watch at the hotel. Before Niko could even tap the power button, someone appeared-mirrored by his blackout screen. Someone of the same place he had been looking for a long time. "Ray?" he whispered. Not even a whisper. He said it aloud but in no sound coming from his mouth.

Lily's hands trembled slightly as she entered a bookshop just off Bond Street. The dark-rose gown and yellow-gold cloak she wore made her feel out of place amid the shanty shelves and dusty tomes. Motes of dust danced and swirled in the beams of light cutting through the windows and illuminating the gilded spines of the books stacked thickly behind her.