Audio Books Through Library Novels & Stories

he gave me a small smile and I nodded in return. I left him sitting on the floor, at the encyclopedia corner. We both knew what our goal was, we were not going to stop until we completed it. I guess there was something in common between Beta and Iota after all, their drive. I headed toward the Literature corner, searching for books at the isle of fiction. Our library follows the Dewey Decimal System, so I headed towards CAN. There were four shelves of books dedicated to authors with the surname starting with CAN. I heard myself sigh; this was going to be such a long search.

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.

Different genres of books line the shelves, their spines whispering promises of forgotten tales and undiscovered knowledge. “Woah, how did I not know of this magnificent place?” Joy bubbles within me at the sight of this treasure. “Did Damon intentionally put that painting to lead me here?” My voice echoes in the vast underground library that looks the size of three chambers. My steps quicken, and I begin to explore the books on the shelves. There are lots of books- ranging from history books, to mind building books, fantasy, and other about the principles of being an Alpha. Other shelves have folktales, and even romance novels.

I said, grinning from teeth to teeth like a child. We walked into the library. It looked like it had been a while, since it was in use. We went through several sections which included, finance, self-improvement, ethics, business amongst all. I caught a glimpse of a book I had been wanting to read, “Atomic Habits” by James Clear. I picked it immediately, and started going through it. After a while, I noticed I wasn't hearing any sound from the cook. I looked around and found her wiping tears off her eyes with the hem of her apron.

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.

I wasn’t even sure if he’d gotten everything settled with his frat brothers when he drove me to the airport in the morning. I tried to let those thoughts fade away while on my flight home. I put in my earbuds and decided to listen to one of the smutty werewolf audio books Hana has gotten me hooked on, Alpha Gray by CJ Primer, with Theo and Maddie as narrators. The book is HOT, and Theo’s voice… yeah, it makes for an enjoyable two-and-a-half-hour flight. I love how he changes his voice when speaking for each Alpha. Hana told me they’ve done the narration for the rest of the series, and I can’t wait to listen.

When Worlds Collide Tara pov I balanced the stack of returned books against my hip as I pushed through the glass doors of the Silver Creek Public Library, breathing in the crisp evening air. My shift had run late—Mrs. Patterson had needed help reorganizing the children's section after a particularly enthusiastic story time—but I didn't mind. The library had become my sanctuary, a place where I could lose myself in other people's stories and forget, for a few hours, the chapters of my own life I would rather not remember.

He needed something more considered than that. "Where are you," I said. "My room." "Stay there. I am coming." I was already on my feet. ... Alex's POV: The library was quiet in the way that libraries at this hour were always quiet. The afternoon session had pulled most of the Academy population toward the training fields and the practical blocks and left the reading rooms largely empty. I had a table in the far corner of the ancient history section, which was the least visited section for obvious reasons, and three books open in front of me and had been reading the same paragraph about pre-treaty pack boundary law for approximately twelve minutes without retaining a single word of it.

The librarian, a wise old man with spectacles perched on his nose, had greeted them warmly and invited them to explore the dusty shelves filled with ancient tomes. As Scarlett's fingers grazed the spines of the books, a particular leather-bound volume caught her eye. Its title, "The Prophecy of the Shifting Stars," called to her with an inexplicable pull. She plucked it from the shelf and dusted off its cover, revealing faded golden letters etched into the leather. Curiosity burned within Scarlett. She opened the book and began to read aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. The words flowed like poetry from her lips, resonating deeply within her soul.