A D White Library Cornell Novels & Stories

" When do we get to go?” I check my time and glance at our class schedule. " We don't have another lesson until later this afternoon. Why don't we go now” Coral is already on her feet before I get to finish my statement. We pack up our books and walk out of the library together. We head towards the woods where the library is located. “Why would they build a library so far away from any other building on campus?" Coral wonders aloud. “I mean, most people won't take the trouble of walking thirty whole minutes just to read a book."

Ranjan and Cornell said in unison and took out their phone then take a selfie with me. "I will post this photo on my sns if he will be married. The heck! I thought you don't know my friend?" - Cornell. "Our friend..." Ranjan corrected, "Geeeezzzz... is that why he returned my car key here so that he will see you?" Ranjan is mumbling something after whispering. I heard Cornell is calling someone and it's on a loud speaker. "Hello?" I swallowed hard. That voice! Cornell knows the owner of the white polo?!!!

’ *** In Dorsal Finn library, Agnes Clutterbuck pushed a small trolley stacked with several neat piles of books. As she approached the section marked Historical Fiction, the wily librarian hummed a happy tune in her mild Scottish accent. As she tapped a silver, thistle-shaped ring against the trolley’s tubular metal frame, the leaden air was lifted by light little chimes. The quilted material of her trademark purple body warmer creaked in time with slow casual movements, and her glasses, hanging from a fine silver chain around her neck, danced in the air as she leaned forward to place a Diana Gabaldon novel on a lower shelf.

Like Liam Grey, Cornell talked slowly and deliberately with every syllable. "Son, why do not you go visit my automobile collection, which you have always wanted to see?" Liam came to a halt in front of Cornell and Vlad, providing Cornell the opportunity to view the sports automobiles that were at the top of Cornell's list of interests. Aside from that, Liam did not want Cornell to overhear their chat. Cornell's eyes widened as he smiled and dashed over to Liam. He said, hugging his waist, "Finally, you have given me permission. I've been thinking about it since I arrived. Thank you very much, Dad."

I also have a lot of plates to do. After that class came another class and then a vacant time. I have two hours of vacant until my next subject which means more time to spend in the Library. The journey to the Library was never easy. I feel so paranoid whenever I am about to meet someone in an all-white uniform. Gosh, why are there so many medical students here?! A heart attack was threatening to happen whenever I see someone in white. God, this is not good for my anxiety! I managed to get inside the Library without bumping into him so I kind of felt at peace. I sat at the farthest corner, my back facing everyone else. I won't be able to concentrate if I keep seeing people in white.

"Now go." That was the last time I'd seen him before Dain's forces had separated us in the chaos that followed. "We're here," Lena announced, jerking me from the memory. The library loomed before us, its classical facade scarred by time and conflict. Pillars stood like sentinels, some intact, others reduced to stumps. Steps led up to massive doors hanging askew on broken hinges. Above them, carved in stone, faded letters spelled out words partially obscured by climbing vines: "Knowledge Is Light."

"You can read them facts. 'Did you know the speed of light is 299,792,458 meters per second?' They'll love it." Cale considered this. "The library," Cale said. "It is a controlled environment. Alphabetical organization. Dewey Decimal System." "Exactly. Structure." "And it is quiet." "Usually." "I will... investigate," Cale said. "I will perform a reconnaissance mission." "Just go talk to the librarian, Cale. Her name is Mrs. Gable. She's nice." "I will assess Mrs. Gable." "Good." Elion finished his bowl. The milk was bright blue.

INVISIBLE STRING {Playlist Suggestion: "The 1 (folklore)" by Taylor Swift / "Sparks" by Coldplay} ~MIA POV~ The Crawford Elite library was designed to make you feel small. It was a very quiet place, with high ceilings that absorbed sound and tall wooden shelves that smelled of dust, old books, and nervous students. Rain hit the tall stained-glass windows, creating a gray background for my Tuesday afternoon. I was huddled at a corner table in the back stacks....the "reject" table, as I affectionately called it. It was far away from the popular group study rooms where the cheerleaders pretended to do homework while actually gossiping about weekend parties.

“Seems I’m going to test your skills today. Are you better than me in handling knives and pins? I guess we'll know who the crown belongs to, today.” “She's not.” Detroit walked passed him, heading into the damaged warehouse. “Don't you love games? We've played yours. Now, let's play mine.” Cornell was taken aback for a moment, then a boisterous laughter ripped through his lips. “I love this. I should have known the one earlier wasn't you.” He continued as he was spun around and taken inside the warehouse. “You're indeed a worthy opponent. It's only unfortunate that we're on opposite sides.”

"She hasn't earned rest anyway. And warn her Lady Cyrene doesn't tolerate the attitude. Hot headed girls don't last long in her presence." I stood slowly. My bones are rattling. The library was at the end of a long corridor that got colder the further I walked. When the door opened I understood immediately why no one had volunteered for this assignment. The Lycan s king childhood friend. Books covered the floor. Shelves emptied onto surfaces. Dust thick enough to write in. The kind of room that hadn't been touched in months and had opinions about it. I stood in the doorway. "I'm not doing that."