Arabic Library Novels & Stories

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There were bookshelves floating in the air and on the ceilings. Wow…gravity doesn’t make sense here. It holds everything in its place with the only axis point being the books, parchment, or papyrus themselves. Journee stretched her neck and raise herself on tiptoes to take a closer look at the titles. There were many in languages she did not recognise. Yet there were some in Old English, Germanic, Latin and even the modern languages. “AH Hahahahahaha!” Damon’s laughter suddenly roared throughout the library. “My lord is going to be so happy with me!” Damon danced a jig as he read a scroll.

She begins to wander. While roaming around, Arabelle notices a set of stairs leading to the second floor of the library. She then climeb up the stairs. She opened another door. She was even more taken aback by the sight. Everything was gold-plated. Tables, chairs, couches, lamps, carpets, bookshelves, and even book covers are fashioned of gold. Her eyes widened as she realized it was a library exclusively for royal family . She chose to return down the stairs to avoid trouble. But before she can do so, a gleaming book catches her eye.

Or maybe it was the long hours she had spent in the windowless library that made her hypersensitive to any human contact. "Anytime," she said. Now that she'd helped him, Kyra was pretty sure that AJ would head off again, back to playing frisbee in the quad or whatever guys like him did all day. "Maybe I could return the favor," AJ continued, much to her surprise. He sent a glance at her stack of study materials. "You're taking Arabic, right?" "I am, although it's only my first semester and it's not going well." Kyra grinned sheepishly as she dug out the worksheet that AJ had spotted. "I keep getting the letters mixed up. And I can't seem to pronounce anything right."

"And I didn’t get a chance to inform Uncle last night. I will do that after breakfast." Arabella didn’t like the topic that they were discussing at the breakfast table, but she didn’t have another option but to listen to them. After finishing breakfast, Arabella went to the library to start her work and also to keep her mind off the Alpha. She spent an hour taking a tour of the library to remember all the book departments that Ms. Amiee Haris had told her last night. Thankfully, most of the people in the library were teenagers or pups who knew where they could find the books they required. So, her work was to arrange the books, assign or reassign the books, and check the books in stock.

With a shared nod, they stepped inside, the air shifting to a musty blend of old parchment and incense. The library was a labyrinth of towering shelves, each laden with dusty tomes and peculiar artifacts—a glass orb swirling with mist, a dagger etched with runes, a chalice that hummed faintly. The only sound was the soft rustle of pages turning somewhere deep within, as if the books themselves were alive. Aria’s grip tightened on Rollan, her heart thudding as they ventured further.

We headed into the back library and feeling like I could trust Ashina; I showed her the secret passage Isla had found; we followed the path to the stairs and down, finding Alec and Thane already pouring over papers and documents. Ashina whistled, “nine hundred years, and this is the first I’m hearing of the Alphas secret library. She wandered around, glancing at the sheeves filled with scrolls. "Some of these are thousands of years old." She whispered, "it looks like someone was translating them from Gaelic into English," she noted as she inspected a desk in the corner with a half-written notebook and scroll on it. "It looks like your father's writing." She deduced to my brothers and I.

She studied from the start here and knew each and every corner of the school so she helped me navigate my math and coincidentally we had the same class. She was a chatterbox and had that friendly vibe however not everyone interacted with her over the last week I spent with her and I wondered why. She was nice to me and I wouldn't be wrong to say we were becoming friends. Sarah had the most beautiful set of dimples and she was blonde. Her smile was so beautiful. "Did you complete your homework, Arabella?" She asked me and I nodded my head as we took a seat in the front. "It was so hard I had to take help from Hades. And the sweetheart that he is, didn't even hesitate to do my homework. I love

Which only made it more irritating. Her gaze moved toward the small stack of books sitting on the corner of her desk — mostly art books and a few random novels she hadn’t finished yet. None of them would help, at least not in this case. Maybe the internet just wasn’t the right place to look. Arabella tapped her fingers lightly against the arm of her chair as the idea slowly formed. Libraries had records the internet didn’t. Old texts. Language archives. Historical dictionaries. She remembered once hearing that the university library downtown had an entire section dedicated to ancient languages and forgotten dialects.

“You know, triumvir. Now that we’re here, we have access to my library.” “Oh, bright Arianrhod! Look at this place!” I breathe, standing motionless in the doorway behind her. The library occupies half the cottage, both lower and upper stories and except for a few small windows and the door, is lined floor to ceiling with books. I walk around the room slowly, my hands skimming reverently over the spines, reading the titles where I can. I recognize Latin, Greek and the romance languages, but there are books here in cuneiform, runic, a least a couple different types of hieroglyphics and even what I assume must be Chinese.