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Beta Rowan burst into my introspection as he unlocked a long brown door with a beige plaque - Library. I nodded and stepped into the room. My lips parted in surprise as I scanned the library. Tall shelves stretched across the wall filled with countless ancient books ranging from medicinal journals to history books to romance novels to classics and lots more. It smelt strongly of dust and the walls were covered in colorful wallpapers depicting scenes from battles and adventure. He offered me a smile as I scanned the room. "Wow. It's so big." I exclaimed. "It is actually and it has a lot of books. Niklaus loves reading a lot." Beta Rowan chuckled.

"Come on. The shipping crates from the New York storage unit arrived an hour ago. They're stacked in the library, and I need help sorting through them." The library on the main floor was a cavernous room lined with floor-to-ceiling mahogany bookshelves and anchored by a massive stone fireplace. Eight large wooden crates stood in the center of the rug, their wooden lids already pried open by the local caretakers. For two hours, we worked in relative quiet, unpacking the physical remnants of my past life. There were boxes of expensive art books I had collected during college, wooden cases holding hundreds of tubes of dried and half-used oil paints, and stacks of old sketchbooks bound in worn b

"I'm not sure. But I am almost sure no one saw me, can you tell me what is going on right now? Is it some sort of 'no touch book'?" "Well, kinda. You see that book is not a scrapbook. It's a journal." "Okay, whose journal?" "Everyone you saw their pictures there." "Wait, hold on." "Holding on." "You're telling me that that book is a diary? Like not historical data or educative, I don't know, background checks. You are saying it's a diary?" "Well, practically we go by journal but sure diary works too." "If it is a diary, why the hell is it kept in the library? I have never heard of a diary being kept in a library before."

Now she doubted he was the ogre her sister had turned him into. Another day passed without seeing William, and in his absence that evening, Mercedes put his children to bed. James kissed her cheek and gave her a hug. Lizzy only hugged her. Mercedes tucked them into bed, and then left their room. The house was quiet and she couldn’t think of a single activity to keep herself occupied. Too early to retire for bed, she made her way downstairs and wandered into the library. Not really knowing what she was in the mood to read right now, she walked around the room, touching William’s belongings, hoping in doing this, she’d feel closer to him.

And there were so much books left in the box since there were no more space inside the bookshelf. "Jillian?" I immediately turned around when I heard my mother's voice. Her eyebrows were in one line while looking down at the books inside the box. She picked up one book from box. "Why is there a lot of books here? And look at this one..." She flipped the book to look at the price tag, and pointed at it. “This one's the same price as our blender!”

"Okay, I'll have someone bring it over." "I can go get them myself." "Baby,you know I'm not letting you out of my sight." He replied,sliding his hands around my waist. Of course, it was Aiden I was dealing with. He definitely would prohibit me from leaving the pack house at this time. "The library is on the old pack house on the east side. I'll have someone deliver the book to you by tomorrow. You can wait until then right?" "The old pack house? There's an old pack house? Why haven't I heard of it before?" I knew that sounded strange to me, I did't know about it even in my previous life.

My apologies for the inconvenience, but I will accompany you to your order, which may or may not be in the same box as the one you're searching for. I followed him to a spot where there were a huge number of books, and I found them interesting. Despite the fact that the quality of the books differs from one to the next, each big box holds a single book. One in particular is outstanding, yet there is something about it that is on the point of bursting into flames. " There are some similarities between the other volumes, which are well organized and make it easy to find the information you need. Because I'm fatigued, it's tough for me to complete this sort of activity at this time.

“You keep a used vibrator in your office?” My eyes raked over the familiar bookshelves and his desk, and narrowed at the wide leather sofa pushed against one wall, decked with throw pillows and a soft blanket. “It’s a library, not an office. It’s supposed to invite people to stay and read.” He gestured at the sofa, shooting me that damn signature Benington grin, with the mischief hiding in its corners. My traitorous stomach did a silly flip at the sight of it, combined with the fact that he had created alibrary,but I stayed glued to the doorframe. “And yes, I do. Here.” He pulled a large gray box from the shelf and placed it on his desk.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

If only she was Vixen. I stepped into the library, Libby immediately coming into view. She bowed on spotting me. “Alpha Kael, welcome.” “I see the Library is empty, as always.” She nodded. “No one comes here anymore. Everything they need is on the internet most times.” It was probably for the best. The pack house library contained crucial information that shouldn't be made public. Especially the archives. “The founders day celebration is nearby. I need the book of historical records.” “Oh, the book is in the restricted section of the archive.” She pointed to the closed door on the left.