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I turned to go there when a voice stopped me. "Sir. Would you like us to sweep the area or follow discreetly?" I turned. The guy asking looked like he could crush brick with his jaw alone. "Just... don’t hover. Make it less weird." He nodded and motioned to the others. They fell back but kept formation. Silent shadows. Trying to look less confused than I was, I walked over to the main desk. A librarian stood there—early thirties maybe, sharp glasses, smart eyes. Her name tag said Cassandra.

Danger. I turned. And there she was. The librarian. Standing at the door, her frail frame outlined by the torchlight. Her eyes wide, mouth parted in shock. I stiffened, caught mid-theft like a pup with blood on his muzzle. “Well,” I said dryly, closing the book with exaggerated calm. “This is awkward.” Her lips trembled. “W-who are you? What are you doing...” I lifted a hand. “Shhh. I’m the friendly neighborhood bookworm. Here to… improve my literacy.”

It was all that she needed in life. Amelia opened the library door, made her way to the counter, and hung up her coat. Today was a quiet day in the library. She loved the quiet ones for then she wasn’t bothered too much and could concentrate on placing her ‘friends’ back in their ‘homes’. Yes, she imagined that each book was a friend, most of which she’d already read. She treated each and every one with care as she packed them back. She hummed to herself as she worked. Completely lost in her task at hand.

Our librarian said angrily to us. "No, ma'am. We are not fighting..." Dark Louiz answered and I spoke next to our librarian who was standing in front of us. "Excuse me, ma'am, what he said is really true. The two of us are not fighting. The two of us are just talking. It's really hard to find that book, so I can't find it," I lied to our librarian who looked angry. She was about to eat us alive.

Approaching the nearest werewolf, he asked: - Where is the librarian? - he showed his hand in the direction of the archive. Baruz nodded to him and headed for the bookstore, his broad shoulders lightly brushing against the bookshelves. The librarian sat at a table in the center of the archive room, rummaging through a pile of books. The door slammed loudly, the librarian jumped in surprise. “Oh, Baruz, I’m just waiting for you,” the librarian rattled happily, adjusting his round glasses.

The librarian only wanted to have his own time without unnecessary interruptions. "Please try to find it by yourself", Hyuk Soo said sternly to the girl. But, when his eyes met the CCTV camera by accident, he remembered the owner practically imposed him to be more kind with the visitor, no matter how much he tried to remind him of the library's concept. However, the owner said him that since he was hired, more visitors come in. If he keeps acting indifferent, he'll be fired, as a consequence. "Fine", Hyuk Soo said, got up and helped this girl to find the book.

Harmless. “There she is!” I say, vaulting over the counter. “My favorite donor slash bookstore angel.” Libby laughs. “I found these while packing. Thought you might want them.” “You thought correctly,” I say, taking the boxes. “You’re basically funding our entire inventory.” She glances between me and Luca. “Why do you both look like someone died?” Luca says nothing. Smart man. I grin wider. “We were having a deeply philosophical debate about shelving.”

“So, Amber, dear. Where are you from? You’ve got a look that’s just… ethereal.” She hesitated. Just a beat. “Australia.” I clapped. “Australia! Well, call me a kangaroo and color me impressed. What part, darling?” “Uh… Perth.” “Perth!” I laughed, pouring more lemonade. “I’ve never met anyone from Perth! What did you do there? Amber looked like she’d swallowed a fork. “I… was a librarian.” “A librarian! Oh, I love books. Not that I ever finish them. I tend to fall asleep by chapter three.” I leaned in with a conspiratorial grin. “Especially the steamy ones.”Raymond coughed violently into his drink.

she replied her and when she noticed the worry on her face, she said, “Be at ease. There is nothing to worry about.” Like a spell, Amber suddenly felt relaxed and she walked to one of the shelves before pulling out a book. A frown came to form on her face and she pulled out few other books before placing them back in its place. Turning her body to look at the woman, she said to her, “Your library is for cookbooks, flower characteristics and Animal instincts?” “Mm, what were you expecting?” the woman answered, not looking at her and Amber scoffed. “I thought you might have some fictional books with some genres like Teen, Young Adult, Billionaire and Romance but I can’t find any of that right

He hissed, staggering, but didn’t drop the makeshift weapon. Books exploded from the Librarian’s chest like shrapnel—fat tomes spinning end‑over‑end, paperbacks whistling like bricks, and loose pages turning to razor‑edged confetti. “Down!” Grant shouted. We hit the drift. A dictionary the size of a concrete block shrieked past my ear, slamming into the ground where my head had been, crushing a mound of pages into paste. The librarian reared back, chains writhing. “AUTHORS ARE RESOURCES,” it thundered. “NOT OPERATORS. NOT FREE.”