Black Sepia - chapter 5
Satan, the archangel of the abyss, the son of the morning, the king of hell, the father of lies, was standing in his bookshop. lucifer waved the envelope again.
City Tails (Chapter 3)
Jay awoke the next morning by the sound of her phone. Her mother was calling her, five minutes before her alarm would go off, to make sure she was up for her first day of work. After a short, sleepy chat, Jay began to regret choosing to start work...
Strolling
Standing in front of the bookshop, hands deep in the pockets of his jeans, staring at his feet, was his ex-boyfriend. the tall black wolf paced around the front of the shop, obviously waiting for something. or someone.
Through Dobie's Eyes - Hockey Hunk Fan Fiction!
He was still thinking about what to do, when the solution appeared in the form of a big bookshop.
Izers Life 3: Mistress Emily
They drove for hours weaving from one street to the next till they finally came to their destination, a small bookshop on the outskirts of town, the sun was starting to come up already as sarah turned off the car.
Izer's Life 3: Mistress Emily Revised
They drove for hours weaving from one street to the next till they finally came to their destination, a small bookshop on the outskirts of town, the sun was starting to come up already as sarah turned off the car.
A Stranger in Suburbia (An Interactive Story) - Prologue (11)
Neighbours of the market and café are a **bookshop** and a **news agency**. the street becomes a crossroad shortly thereafter, where the occasional car passes through this cosy town.
A Stranger in Suburbia (An Interactive Story) - Prologue (13)
Across the first crossroad, you spot another set of four shops: **the celephaïs atlas** ; another **bookshop** , a **specialised kitchenware shop** , and a **barbershop**. you make a note of these and approach the second crossroad, and go left.
Pages of Crime (Otherwise Untitled)
#121 of short stories a group of entrepreneurs contemplate nefarious business in a used bookshop.
Demons and Dreams
The white fox and his bookshop that had only reluctantly given up the black book. the demon listened with quiet, faintly melancholic interest.
Maybe You Could Be Friends With Rory
He even took the time to patiently listen to me about my study times and ambitions and aspirations and how i had ended up being the copywriter and then being a nothing and how bookshop work was okay but i wouldn't mind doing something a little bit more challenging
Not Suitable For Work
The smell of paper filled the air of the little bookshop just off main.