Book Box Library Novels & Stories

I inquired as he smiled gently at me which made me a little uncomfortable. He shrugged, “King's Order!” I exhaled, getting tired of Oliver's persistence. “Fine, guess you would be showing me around today.” “No problem—-right this way.” He said to me, We began walking to the pack house which was so big. It had everything you imagine——a beautiful garden, a gym, an aquarium and my personal favorite…….the library. When we got to the library, I was in awe of it. The room is so large but filled with different books. Ranging from fiction to nonfiction. This looks so cool—-guess I found my new special place.

My fingers hovered over spines until I found what I wanted: a thick book bound in dark leather, the title stamped in faded gold. WOLF TRADITIONS & BONDS: A GUIDE FOR COUNCIL AND HOUSEHOLDS I lifted it off the shelf and stared at it for a full five seconds, because no part of me enjoyed the fact that this existed like it was a homeowner’s association handbook. I set it on the table and opened it. The first page had a handwritten warning in neat block script: THIS TEXT IS FOR PACK USE. DO NOT REMOVE FROM LIBRARY. Beneath it, someone had scribbled, smaller:

A lockbox is fixed to the wall–built within it. The room blurs. I forget where I am as I send my powers into the lockbox. Metal sizzles until the frame comes loose from the wall, and the little metal door falls into my hand. I toss it behind me and reach inside, praying, my fingertips grazing cash and jewelry before finding… the book. “Yes,” I hiss, smiling deliriously as I pull the book from its hiding place, clutching the small, black leather cover and rocking back on my heels. I flip through the pages, confirming it’s the copy, the only book of its kind in existence.

“Sure, sure, but I made sure that every reader will feel rewarded for their efforts.” Chastine was puzzled at what he said. “Rewarded? What’s the reward?” Duke-X explained about his new archive storing system. “The book itself.” “Huh?” Juste was more puzzled than Chastine and Maxill. “You see, I made modifications about the archival system in this library. Books are now shelled inside each egg that keep them in their top condition.” He added, “you have to get the book that you want from the box machine where the eggs are stored. The box machine has claws that you use to get the egg from the box.”

And before she could react, she had already questioned him. "Oh?" Marcus raised his head and looked at her, "Which of these?" "Those at the back." She answered as she pointed at the four piled up thick books who obviously looked worn out. "Oh. I found that inside the box at the library's storage room. It was interesting hence I took it." Marcus nonchalantly answered. As he looked at Minerva who had a complicated look at the old books, he couldn't help but offer, "Read it if you want. You could also take that to your room."

On my way home, I stop by the Lending Library. Our neighborhood has been blessed with a wonderful treasure, the Lending Library. It's the most sacred of treasures for a reader like me. The idea is, I read a book, and when I'm finished, I return it to the Lending Library for someone else to read. The Lending Library is a large bookshelf that stands on a post. It resembles a mailbox.

** Please add this book to your library as well as my other books as well Thanks.

We finally arrived in front of a huge door as he gently pulled at it to reveal the library. The library door creaked open, revealing a sight that left me utterly awestruck. My initial perception of a "small" library was immediately shattered. This was a haven of books and knowledge that stretched beyond imagination. The room was colossal, with towering bookshelves that seemed to reach up to the heavens themselves. Each shelf was neatly organized, displaying an impressive collection of books. The scent of old and new pages intermingled in the air, creating an atmosphere that was both comforting and enchanting.

The three men saw this and had the same thoughts as to why put a lock on a library door? Francois opens the door then puts on the lights inside. The crystal chandeliers that are hovering above them, brightens the room. It took a few seconds for the men to get used to the bright lights. There are countless books displayed nicely on the shelves. There are collections of old huge books that are prominently placed magnificently. Michael stares at it with a stoney-face. John glances at him and sighs. Carl also noticed it. “What are these?” said Carl, peeking at the boxes that are half-open. He is glad to have caught the two men’s attention.

“So where’d this last batch of donations come from?” “Let’s see. Bassler Memorial Library sent over a box of discards,” she says, quickly becoming all-business, “mostly teen paperback novels from the eighties. All in good shape, but stamped BASSLER LIBRARY on the leafs, with the sign-out-cards still pasted in the back. I put those in the twenty-five cent bin like you said.” “Cool. What was in those UPS boxes dropped off this morning?” “A donation from the used bookstore in Binghamton that closed. Paperbacks Plus? A whole collection of Leisure Horror paperbacks. Keene, Kenyon, Braunbeck, Ketchum, Sangiovanni . . . big catch, all brand new copies. How’d you work that?”