Hey! I'm Eponine Pontmercy, classy name, huh? If you're familiar with Victor Hugo's Les Miserables then you'll probably get the joke. I'm twenty-three and I work in a bookstore.
The bookstore is named 'Bookworm's Haven' and it was the most wonderful place in the world. Yeah, I may earn like 50 dollars a day, I may live in a crappy apartment in uptown Manhattan with a party girl of a roommate and I may even get a much better job than this one because I finished college with a degree in International Studies, but no, I love books and I wish to own my own bookstore or maybe make my own book someday. Plus the owner of the bookstore was my mom's dear friend, Leah, who took me in since mom and dad died, so I'm also returning a favor.
I don't actually know where this story will go but in about eight minutes time a man, who is about in his mid twenties, with dark brown hair, athletic built and handsome face will burst through the front doors and stay on the bookstore's premises for the whole of five hours and come up to my station to buy some Jane Austen novel that he probably bought for about three times.
Like he does every Monday.
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The Stranger at Bookworm's Haven [ON HOLD]
RomanceEponine Pontmercy, a twenty-one year old bookworm and bookstore keeper, had noticed Chandler Abbington's presence every Monday in the little bookstore she works in for the past year. She had tried talking to him but every single move was a failure b...
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