Adams Library Hours Novels & Stories

"Yes just 6, one person needs to be at the car, then two at the gate when I relieve the men at the entrance then the remaining three will have to get past the men guarding her house, Adrian her mate isn't going to be with her in the afternoon because he goes and trains with Stephen and comes back later in the evening, so we have to get in and out in 4 hours before Adrian comes back from training" "You make it sound easy" Adam chuckled softly. "Trust me it's not as easy as it sounds but if everyone takes their part seriously we can make it work with any issues" "I see, I'm sure it will work out when we have a smart woman like you making the plan" Adam complimented Amelia as he waved, getting

“January 4th. It’s 3:01 PM. Thursday. Visiting hours are 3 to 4. Can you… can you come? In person. Not FaceTime. Just for 10 minutes. After school. Before 3 PM home.” _Thump._ Adrian stopped building. I stopped breathing. Alex didn’t answer right away. Looked at me. On screen. Looked at Adrian. Looked at February. Looked at _HOME_ blocks. “Why,” Alex said. Simple. Not accusatory. Just… needing the why. _Silence. Room 412. 2:52 PM._

I reach out my hand to grab it, answering it in the process. "What?" I said annoyed. Believe me that was an understatement. Who the hell calls at, 7 am My eyes widen as I look at the clock that sat on my nightstand. "What do you mean''What"? Have you seen what time it is? Get your ass down to the pack house NOW." Adam says through the phone. His voice sounding more desperate for help than what I think he intended it to sound. I heard people in the background, kids. I couldn't quite make out what they were saying, there were too many of them to pick up on one specific voice.

‘It’s because the memories will only come back when you’re near. Looking up in the ceiling, Adam heard a groan from his side. He tilted his head and looked at his best friend, Dwight. “What time is it?” Dwight asked with a grunt. He opened only one of his eyes and looked at his surroundings. Just like Adam, Dwight also reeks of alcohol. “What time?” Dwight asked again while scratching his chest. Adam lifted his hand and checked his wrist watch. In low voice, he murmured, “Eight in the morning.” He pressed the back of his palm onto his heavy eyes and inhaled sharply. Adam is still sleepy.

'Now it's just a matter of waiting for the merchants and checking the items for the party. "Are you crazy?" Adam asked as soon as he entered the library. "Adam!" Aime scolds loudly. But the little man ignored Aime's warning and immediately opened the parchment in front of Amanda. "Look at this! Are you sure you're having a small tea party?!"