Audio Books From Library Novels & Stories

But the amusement in his voice told me he found the idea ridiculous. Eventually, we stopped in front of a large brown door. “The library,” he said simply, I thanked him as I walked in waving goodbye to him. *** Five hours later, I checked my phone… 6 p.m. I sighed and dropped the book I was obviously not reading. It was about an old couple and their dog, written in Shakespearean English. A total letdown.

he said. He spoke quietly into his earpiece. A pause. Then he nodded once. "Yes," he said. I walked back to my room with the book held against my chest. The negotiation book. But my mind was still on the other one. Dark green spine. Faded gold lettering. Third shelf from the bottom. Four books from the left. Stone City's history sitting quietly in the corner of Ryan Thompson's library. Waiting. I sat on the edge of my bed and looked at the cover in my hands.

I may smile with them ass I hear their word of praises, I still can’t put myself into believing what they are saying. I exhale once again before looking around the area when people seem to come and go inside the library. I check the time and it’s still eleven in the morning and I am sure—Damian’s class did not end still. I turn back around to continue flipping the book’s pages. **

the message read. “This is my chance to find out what Alma is up to, I can't miss it” I ignored Haze's message, slipping my phone in the pocket of my trousers. I gently pushed the door open, the library was illuminated by the soft glow of a crystal chandelier, Heavy drapes covered the windows. The air was filled with the smell of polished wood and old paper. I've always liked the library, its towering shelves that were filled with books that had secrets to share, although I hardly ever come to the Hernandez library, I wonder what kind of books they stacked in here.

Selina came rushing into the library that I found and fell in love with three days ago. It was absolutely breath taking and had my favourite genres of books Romance. It looked like it was straight out of a Disney movie and I found myself spending mornings to nights in that library buried in my own world. I was happy to have found a hobby that let me escape from the life and situation I found myself in. "Speak Selina And calm down" I closed my book to give her my full attention "I heard Sir and Madame are coming tomorrow" I was almost squealing at the news

Ears attuned to the slightest sound, she paused outside a closed door near the backside of the house and heard the unmistakable sound of books sliding across a shelf. She let loose a wolf whistle as she entered. The library was far larger inside than the unobtrusive door had presaged and was stocked with row after row, case after case of books. Enough books to start her own bookstore. “I knew I heard books,” she said to no one in particular. “You hear books?” Daniel’s lightly sarcastic voice came from the far left corner of the library. “Interesting. Most people actually have to read them.” “It’s a gift,” she said, shrugging. “What are you doing?”

Maya asked. "Of course," Lora said. "The library is fully accessible." Maya spent forty minutes in the library, running her fingers along shelves of books that ranged from ancient leather-bound volumes in languages she didn't recognize to modern first editions she'd have killed to own. She pulled several out, examined them, put them back with the careful reverence of someone who genuinely loved books. Eventually, Lora had gently mentioned continuing the tour, and Maya had reluctantly left the library with a mental list of volumes she intended to come back for.

I step aside. I follow him as we stroll down the library’s hall. It’s huge. He points out each section from the classics, fiction, non-fiction to volumes of economy and business books. Honestly, I enjoy listening to his voice. He sounds so soothing. We stop at one particularly tall shelf in the left-end corner.

“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.”

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.”