Audio Books At The Library Novels & Stories

She plucked one book after another, reading the titles aloud with the excitement of a child at an ice - cream shop. "Oh, 'The Chronicles of Aetheria'... ‘seducing Mr Grey’ .... ‘How to drive your Lycan crazy’.... ‘Tales of the Lost Kingdom'... 'Legends and Lore of the Lycan Forest'... "Rise and fall of Lycan-werewolf treaties. “. Sera's voice echoed softly in the quiet library. She carefully selected a few promising books, cradled them in her arms, and found a cozy corner with a plush chair to sit herself comfortably.

“Yeah… Animorphs and Goosebumps in elementary school do not a reader make.” “Hey, those are quality pieces of literature!” I declare. “Says who?” “Says me!” I huff, crossing my arms. “And I’ve read other books too! I like Stephen King and Michael Crichton and Neil Gaiman and—“ “Okay, okay,” he surrenders, lifting his hands and cutting me off. “Seriously, though, why are you going to the library?” “I’m going to do some research.” “For what?” “New training methods. Double checking some of the warrior laws for the kingdom.”

It's a complete bliss to just wander your eyes over those beautiful dialogues and expect nothing more than it. I started reading and unconsciously started flipping pages as I read the story. I was completely into the book until- "Yes- she's here. I found her." I frowned at the new voice in the library. The only people who visit this library are the librarian, who barely talks, and Mr. Mebbin, who just comes here to chill, and the cleaner. But, that voice belonged to none of the three so I stretched myself and looked over my shoulder to look at the grinning Bretton Parker.

Miles said. “Get back to the fucking library and figure it out.” I growled. So Miles ran from the room and back downstairs. I knew that there needed to be a book in the library here. Aurora had already looked through the library and there were books on werewolves, vampires, witches, humans, faeries, all creatures. And about this history as well. Aurora found it all interesting and something that she really wanted to know about. She just didn’t have a chance to read any of it yet.

“But they were only here during special occasions and long holidays. They’re busy with their job.” He started walking and I copied him. I didn’t bring my phone and earbuds with me. The last time I listened to an audiobook while running with a companion was a disaster. Jay thought I was having an anxiety attack because of my facial reaction to the thriller book I was listening to. I don’t want Angelo to think of me like that. “Are your brother and sisters are also like you?” I hate asking the obvious. If there’s a habit I would like to erase, that would be it.

Chapter 68 - Symbolized By This Ring Antheia’s POV I helped in cleaning the bookshelves that are not being used at the moment. At this time of the day, there are already people who are coming in and out of the library building, doing their tasks, borrowing books, and staying inside to have a more peaceful environment to study in. After meeting Tanya’s daughter Timmy, I also met the other workers here in the library and learned their names. And that meet and greet and a bit of chit chat lasted for like two hours or so because by the time that we had actually started to get to work then it was already past 11 AM, and in the next hour we will have our lunch break again.

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I turned it on, but there was nothing good. It was 11 o’clock. The truth was that I was a little bit tired, but I didn’t want to sleep without saying goodnight to him and thanking him for his hospitality. I remembered the library in the small room. It was full of books. I could find something to kill my time while waiting. There were different kinds of books. From history to fiction, and fairytales, but what caught my interest were a bunch of books right in the middle of the selves with black and golden binding.

James had no concept of indoor voice when he was performing. "This is the market." August was pointing at a cluster of blue blocks with the authority of a tiny city planner. "And this is the library. Libraries are important because they have books." "They are very important." Patricia was nodding seriously, cross-legged on my living room floor in her expensive slacks, not a single complaint about the carpet or the noise. "What kind of books do you like?" "All of them." August considered. "But mostly the ones about animals. And space. And animals in space."