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Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

The entire hall smells of old books and bleach. Row after row of neatly lined books with their spines facing outward, colour-coded with dots, fiction section arranged in alphabetical order. She scanned slowly until her eyes met Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's "Half of a yellow sun". She took it out, and then went behind in search of a place to sit and devour the book.

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After a brief scolding from my teacher, I was sent to assist the librarian. The library was a sanctuary of towering shelves and soft whispers, its grandeur unexpectedly breathtaking. The scent of aged books and polished wood wrapped around me like a comforting cloak. Wandering through the aisles, I stumbled upon a dimly lit corner that exuded an eerie presence. A single book stood out—its cover blank and edges charred. Curious, I picked it up. "Weird," I muttered, flipping through its brittle pages. My blood ran cold when I saw my name inscribed on the last page.

Daniel finished, pulling out his phone, and started dialing when Barbara said, "Oh, no need to disturb Mr. Thornton with something as small as this. I can handle it. So are you vouching for her?" "Yes, I am." She then went on to ask Daniel a series of questions while I checked out the books they had close to the desk on a rack that spun. I saw a book that reads Protective Custody: The Demon King. Interesting, another fantasy-type story. I picked it up and went back to Daniel's side. They were just finishing up, and Barbara returned Daniel's form of ID. "I would like this to be my first book." I said, looking expectantly at Barbara."

Getting close to your target is always the difficult part. “Are you looking for someone?” A voice shook her out of her reverie. Her eyes smoothly glide to her right, where she finds a chic blonde looking at her. Anna scans the woman—short, petite, youthful face—and finds the pile of books on her arms. Almost all are about laws. An obvious law student. Someone that belongs here. Yet, her voice was cheerful and innocent, her stare pure and kind. “Yes, actually. Do you know Yezekael Ferrer?” She straightforwardly asks, catching the woman off-guard. Anna doesn’t miss the tinge of pink creeping up the girl’s cheeks from her neck.

It was a world of dark romance books, an absolute hide away from reality. Soon the girls found their choices and left while I was left torn between Ana huang twisted series and Tahereh Mafi shatter me series. “Maybe both” I muttered. I looked at the other shelf when I heard a loud fall of books, a man was squatted down trying to pick them and I walked over and helped pick the books up. “Thank you” I stilled at the voice, I could pick out that voice even in a crowd. It was Aurelio, no one sounded so deep, sexy and hoarse like him.

Then I stood in front of the desk and crossed my arms over my chest because otherwise I didn't really know what to do with it. Jilin didn't let that push her. She wrote the whole line in full before putting the pen to one side and leaning back in her executive chair. Our boss was a woman in her late thirties. A few strands of silver had crept into her black hair and gave her something dignified. Her eyes spoke of Asian descent, but the color of her skin was somewhere between a latte macchiato and a black coffee. And even though she had been tied to this desk for years after her leg was torn off by a spuma on an operation, she still had the sharp eyes of a huntress.