Audiobook Library Novels & Stories

Hope rose in Eva as she rushed to the CD player in the middle of the library. She placed the CD in the tray and pushed the tray in. When no sound came from the speakers Eva turned the knob making the volume rise all the way. Still nothing. Frustrated Eva ejected the tray and flipped the CD. She once again pushed the tray in and this time there was a slight hum to it. Eva walked to her windowsill and waited for the audiobook to start. "Oh! Fuck me! Oh yeah! Ah! Ahh!" The loud sounds of moaning and groaning filled the quiet Library scaring Eva half to death. THIS WAS NOT AN AUDIOBOOK!

“This is a library, Arian.” “I know but…” I started but he cut in. “I’ve been coming to this library for months. It's quiet and it's a good place to work.” I blinked. “You’ve been coming here to work?” Kael leaned against the shelf, crossing his arms. “Since you work in the library you should know by now that it's not good to judge the book by its cover.” “Have you met you? You will also judge the book if you were in my shoes.”

Melinda's and Kieran's sharp, piercing eyes, scanned the endless rows of books. Zora led them around the library, pointing out the different sections and genres. There were books on philosophy, science, art, and history, each one meticulously cataloged and arranged on the shelves. The titles were written in elegant calligraphy, and the bindings were richly adorned with gold leaf and embossed lettering. Kieran and Melinda were overwhelmed by the sheer size of the collection, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer amount of knowledge that was contained within these walls.

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."

Ancient books. History. Maps. Records. Volumes that looked like they had survived centuries. My lips parted slightly. “This is…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence. Leo smiled faintly. “The Alpha family library.” I stepped inside slowly, almost afraid that moving too quickly would somehow ruin the moment. “My entire life I heard stories about this place.” Leo looked curious. “Stories?” I nodded, my fingers brushing lightly over the spine of a leather-bound book. “That the Alpha family kept records of every pack, every treaty, every war. That there were books here older than some territories.”

There were comfortable old armchairs placed near the windows and cozy corners, inviting readers to relax and enjoy. I was attracted to the section with classic books, where timeless stories were waiting to be discovered. The poetry area caught my attention with its delicate books filled with beautiful verses. There were also rows of history books that promised to reveal tales from long ago. I became completely absorbed in the books and lost track of time. Unknown to me, Bruno, the alpha had returned to the mansion. Suddenly, a deep, commanding voice shattered the silence. "What do you think you're doing in my library?" the alpha’s voice boomed, filled with a mix of anger and disgust.

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.

Chaol avoided her by pretending to get another one of novels that were stacked above the table before them. "Another novel, I see?" Asty acknowledged. "It is an old one." "I see." Asty took a peek. "Do you have more books?" "Would you like to read one?" Chaol offered her. "I am not sure about the genres you prefer, but the library may have the ones to suit your standards." Asty looked at him with eyes widened. It was the first time Chaol had talked about the mysterious library. "Library?" "An archive of books—"