Audio Books At Library Novels & Stories

The smell of old book, dust and fresh ink wafted through the air of the library, the golden hue of the almost setting sun gave the library a mystical look as Ur streamed in fromge windows. The library was quiet safe for the shuffling of books here and there, a few reading groups and soft chatters. Mr Fernandez led me further in and stopped in front of some shelf cluster. “So…what do you read?” He asked, tucking his hands in his pocket. “Normally, I'd go for business or history but I'm feeling a bit in line for anything” he nodded and looked around. “Why don't you find something you like and I'll do the same…then we'll talk about why we like those books, is that okay?” He asked nervously and

Still, if they hadn’t managed to get any information out of him this long, then I highly doubted he was ever going to talk. Rather than focus on the pale-haired God haunting my lady parts, I began to scour the library in search of information. “Give me everything you’ve got on the Gods.” Books slid off their shelves, their pages flapping wildly as they took to the air. A tornado of them surrounded me, rustling my hair around my shoulders. One at a time, they fluttered down onto the tables, landing in a neat stack. CRACK!

I spent three more minutes getting back in. Sleep didn’t happen. The house was too quiet. Too big. Too full of space where sound should’ve been. At 2 AM I gave up and explored instead. The library was exactly as enormous as I expected. Books floor to ceiling with one of those rolling ladders, and here’s the thing, the spines were creased. These books had been read. Some of them were shoved in sideways because whoever organized them ran out of space and just kept going. He reads, I thought. Of course he does. Because he couldn’t just be terrifying. He had to be terrifying and well-read.

We needed all the evidence we could get against Mr Ranault even if it means coming to see a stranger alone in a library. The library had another floor for history and science while the bottom floor was for kids books and pretty much basic stuff. I searched around the ground floor of the library but there was only two teenagers,some women and two nerdy collage guys. There is no way any of these people had that manly voice I heard on the phone last night. Just as I was about to go upstairs,I saw a man seating in one of the chairs with a book in his hands titled: A little life. The man had brown skin like dark chocolate. He pulled the book down a little to be able to peep his eyes out and look

Azalea nudged Ayden who was lost, looking at other books that also seemed to catch his interest. Just at the point when they had moved to the session by the other side, was Hendrix who was behind them and heard the familiar voices, that he could not be in any doubt again. Seeing them surprisingly at the library was not what even baffled him, but was about what Azalea had mentioned afterwards. 'Why would they need to read a book about witches?' **..****...***...***

I decided to go with my gut, and I knew I’d made the right decision when Emily said it was perfect. We continued downstairs and when the library was mentioned, Emily’s face lit up more than a kid’s on Christmas. Hannah’s groan told me Emily loved libraries, but I had underestimated the depth. Her eyes shone brightly and I could tell she was elated being in the large library. She was taking everything in when I led her to the books about different species. I picked out some books about Fae and led her to the back nook so we could browse some of them. Emily and I had been in the library for nearly three hours when she mentioned lunch. She put her shoes back on and I gave her a bookmark for the

And no doubt, have hot dreams about it. It’s another book suggestion from her. I’ve just finished the last one she recommended, and honestly, I shouldn’t dive into another. Once I start reading, I lose myself completely. But this time, she’s telling me to listen to it. Audiobook. That’s new. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I click the link she sent, and in a matter of seconds, the book is purchased and playing through my home speakers. I settle back in bed, letting the narrator’s deep voice wash over me, and within moments, I realize Lucy’s sent me a stalker romance. Great.

He shifts back; putting a seat between us and truly looking horrified. Bibah simply shakes her head at our childish shenanigans and takes a sip of her iced latte, metal straw clinking in the Hydro Flask. “The Awoo Book Club’s pick for this week is H.P Lovecraft.” She pats the voluminous book atop the pile and I notice it’s the library copy of H.P Lovecraft’s Omnibus 3. “I’m so excited to roast his ass.”

Cassian POV Pregnant. I tried to pretend to read the heavy tome about dinosaurs that sat on my lap, but I was doing a poor job at it. The library was quiet today. Or maybe it was always this quiet. I didn’t usually come to the library. Usually, I didn’t have time to read, I only listened to audiobooks when I was working out. But I had the day off, and I didn’t want to stray too far from my mate.

After their dinner, the couple went to Harry's library and discussed their current dilemma. The library has a few high walls of old volumes, though mostly, they were now a sort of decoration to set the scene. One simply logs in through one's device and either reads or listens to one of the thousands of titles, including political science, engineering, mathematics, research manuscripts, and scrolls. Giving him the tea, and sitting on the chair in front of him, she didn't stop to marvel at the grandeur of the library.