Audio Books From Library Novels & Stories

Feeling at a loss as to what to do with myself, I decided to explore the library. Wandering through the currently empty house on my way to the library, I begin to find myself feeling rather lonely. Flicking Kenzie a quick text to see what she is up to, I walk through the door and into the library. Perusing the shelves I see that the majority are classics such as Charles Dickens and Jane Austin. But tucked away in the corner I spy one of my favourite fantasy series. A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin. Curling up in the lone red leather chair I open the first book and begin to read.

Master Buckins muttered, furrowing his brow in distaste, “Well of course we do, did you now here the count of books I told you we possessed?” “Would you mind getting some to speak about those?” Rex added, winking at Lacey while Master Buckins was looking at shelves muttering. “I do not think I would like to deviate from the current lesson plan” Master Buckins responded, straightening his posture, turning back to Rex and Lacey. “I understand master librarian, you do not wish to show us something you do not have” Lacey added in sneakily. “Something we do not possess, young lady, I could show you over 30 books on creatures you would never hear or know about that reside in this library!” Master

I watch amused as her forehead creases, she’s thinking hard and the smile as she takes the copy of Sam Wu is Not Afraid of Ghosts. “I like the cover.” Her eyes are bright and full of curiosity. “Thank you,” mouths the mother as the girl starts going through the illustrations on the back. “Say goodbye to Ms. Rebecca.” “Goodbye, and thank you, Ms. Rebecca.” She runs ahead clutching her new favorite toy for the next couple of days. My best customers these days are the small children that every other day for reading time. We sit in a circle and grab a few books to read out loud. Right now we are reading together Argh! There’s a Skeleton Inside You! and they are loving it. The children's section

It is Divergent, insurgent, and Allegiant first edition series, the notebook, The fault in our stars, and Shakespeare books. "I didn't know what kind of books you like, so I just picked the ones I think you might love"a voice startled me, and I placed my hand over my chest. "You scared me, " "Sorry," there is a dark grey wardrobe just behind the door. And a matt on the floor, a white round table at the corner. "It's fine really, I think I will read them. It's been a while since I have read an addictive book, maybe I will find one in these books. Who knows"I shrug, and sit on the bed.

My hands skimmed the books stacked in the book shelves, and time ticked by painfully slow as I took Alpha Nolan's younger brother's advice and stayed inside the room. It had been over two hours since I slept and woke up on the white and gold bed, so I decided to take a look at all the books that were in the book shelves. The writing on the spines were mostly fading away, gathering dust as they had no use for the people who lived here. I admired some of the old classics and new books as my eyes wandered over every title. I had gathered a stack of books in my hand, picking the ones I wanted to read and taking them out. So far I had five books which were classics that I knew would peak my inter

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.

“Were you expecting someone else?” I gave a small smile hiding my frustrations. “Just startled, that’s all.” He didn’t press anymore. Instead, he offered me the books, each wrapped in cloth to protect them from the weather. “I thought you might like these. A few rare volumes from the eastern wing. I even had a few pack members help track them down.” “Thank you. I’ve missed the library more than I thought I would.” “I know.” He glanced around the room. “And I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have some company. If you’ll allow it.”

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 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.”