SPARK IN THE STORM

Helena Barbosa never believed in destiny. She believed in logic, in neatly arranged notebooks, in calendars with colour-coded reminders…and in books.
Books were her comfort, her escape, her joy.
Liam Carter, on the other hand, believed in chaos. His desk was always a mess, his hair always slightly wild, and his temper always three seconds away from being tested.
But he, too, loved books, more than anything else in the world.
The only problem?
They couldn’t stand each other
Helena first met Liam on a rainy afternoon at Carter & Sons Bookstore, the oldest bookshop in town, owned by the Carter family for generations.
She had come to apply for a part-time job.
Liam, who was reorganizing a towering stack of books, didn’t notice her standing behind him.
“Excuse me,” Helena said politely.
He turned, startled, knocking the whole stack over. Books rained onto the floor.
“Oh great,” Liam groaned. “Another mess.”
Helena arched an eyebrow. “Well, if you organized things properly”
“Are you here to complain or to buy something?”
She almost walked out right then.
But something kept her there.
A single book on the counter, Jane Eyre, her favourite.
For weeks, they argued about everything.
About the alphabetization of shelves.
About whether classics were better than contemporary books.
About who made the better coffee.
But then…they discovered something.
Every night after closing, Liam stayed behind and read in the quiet.
So did Helena.
One night, they caught each other.
“What are you reading?” Helena asked, trying not to sound curious.
“The Night Circus. You?” Liam replied without meeting her eyes.
“The Shadow of the Wind.”
They froze, two book lovers who finally saw the mirror in each other.
For the first time, they smiled.
Their arguments became softer.
Their conversations became longer.
Their laughter became familiar.
Helena showed Liam how to organize the store more efficiently.
Liam showed Helena rare books he had inherited, signed first editions, handwritten notes from authors long gone.
Sharing books slowly turned into sharing dreams.
And one evening, Liam found Helena asleep between the shelves, a book open on her chest.
He covered her with his jacket.
Something in him shifted.
A year later, during the annual town book festival, Liam nervously approached Helena.
He handed her an old leather-bound book.
“I want you to have this,” he said.
She opened it, and gasped.
Inside was a short handwritten note from Liam:
‘Every story I read brought me closer to you.
Will you help me write the rest of mine?’
Her eyes filled with tears as the crowd clapped around them.
“Yes, Liam,” she whispered. “I will.”
Helena and Liam married quietly in the bookshop, surrounded by shelves filled with stories that had witnessed their journey.
Together they renamed the store:
✨ Helena & Carter: Books and Beyond ✨
Business flourished, not because of luck, but because of the love and passion they poured into every shelf, every recommendation, every handwritten bookmark.
Two once-enemies, now partners.
Two hearts, bound together by ink, paper, and fate.
Every day, they wrote their story,
one page, one kiss, one book at a time.
Owning a bookstore together changed everything for Helena and Liam.
They were partners in business, but behind closed doors, they were something much deeper…much hotter.
Every evening, when the last customer left and Helena locked the front door, a certain electricity filled the air.
The quiet bookstore became their world.
Helena would climb the wooden ladder to reorganize a shelf, and Liam would stand below, watching the way her dress brushed her legs, the way her hair fell over her shoulder.
“Careful up there,” he murmured, voice low.
She glanced down at him, smirking.
“I thought you liked a little danger.”
He stepped closer, placing his hands lightly on her waist as she stood on the ladder.
“I like you,” he whispered, “especially when you’re teasing me.”
Her cheeks warmed, but her eyes held his.
There was heat in them, deep and daring.
Slowly, she climbed down, step by step, until their faces were close enough to feel each other’s breath.
“Liam…” she began.
But he kissed her before she could finish.
It was not a soft kiss.
It was the kind of kiss two people share when they’ve been wanting each other for a long, long time.
Hungry, warm, full of fire.
Helena’s fingers tangled in his hair.
Liam pulled her closer, lifting her slightly, spinning her against a shelf full of romance novels.
“Fitting place,” she whispered breathlessly.
“Perfect place,” he replied, kissing her again.
Their love grew stronger, deeper, and undeniably hotter.
Sometimes, on quiet afternoons, Liam would slip behind Helena while she was writing labels for new arrivals.
He would brush her hair aside and kiss the soft curve of her neck.
She would shiver, leaning back into him.
“Liam, the customers.”
“They’re not here,” he murmured, lips trailing along her skin.
Her blush alone could have lit the whole shop.
Other times, Helena would surprise him.
She would approach him while he was cataloguing books in the back room, take the notebook from his hands, and place it aside.
“We work too much,” she’d say, stepping close, fingers slipping into the collar of his shirt.
“Don’t you think?”
His breath always hitched.
She loved that.
“I think,” he whispered, “that I’m completely addicted to you.”
She kissed him, slow at first, then deeper,heat spreading through both of them like wildfire.
Their love was playful.
Hot.
Tender.
And absolutely impossible to hide.
On the one-year anniversary of their bookstore, Liam surprised Helena.
He closed early.
Candles everywhere.
Rose petals scattered across the reading area.
Soft music playing.
Helena stepped inside and froze.
“Liam… it’s beautiful.”
“No,” he said, walking toward her, voice low and warm, “you’re beautiful.”
He cupped her face, kissing her with a tenderness that melted her heart and a fire that set her pulse racing.
Every candle flickered as if celebrating them.
They held each other for a long moment, breathing in the closeness, the heat, the love that had grown between pages and shelves.
Then Liam lifted her chin with a gentle touch.
“Helena,” he whispered, “I want every chapter of my life with you.”
She smiled, eyes shining with emotion and desire.
“Then write them with me,” she whispered back, pulling him into a kiss filled with all the passion they shared.
And they did,
through the night, through the fire, through every heartbeat.
Their story became the hottest, sweetest book the bookstore had ever held.
THE END