Books In My Library Novels & Stories

I pull on one of my silk sleeping gowns before climbing into bed beside Kaine. "What are our plans for tomorrow?" he asks, slipping his arms around me. "I don't know, we can just wander around the territory and see how everyone's doing. After that we can just hang out in the library if you want?" "You have an actual library?" I nod. "Yeah and it's like ten times bigger than the one your mother built. We even have people that do nothing but write so we have a copy of almost every book in existence―well except the human stories, we only have a few of those since they're difficult to get ahold of. Most of the ones we have are either spell or history books but there are some really awesome ficti

And so, I needed to pause my search for the truth about Mother Renata, and I would have to take this new hurdle at hand. My olden bed creaked as I stood. There were scattered books around it that was mostly from the forbidden section. Some of them were my favorites like the Princess of Nile, Glory for Gloria, and the The Dead Prince of the New Dynasty. All of them jumped as I jumped off my bed. I had nothing, but ways to kill an evil man from the stories, so I hid the books on the wooden floor. I walked out my room, and went straightly to the library to look for more inspirations from the great minds of the literature. I thought that I would be alone, but there was someone who already had he

It is here just for the sake of it. I shuffle through the aisles, going through titles after titles. This is one of the most equipped libraries in Chaitali. From the first ancestral history to modern science. I can find almost every cover in here. I take a random book and make it to the desk where loose-leafs were scattered all over. Ellizzian 's Journal: The title reads.

“No, fantasy or mystery. Or whatever you’ve got, I guess.” “Mmm, Fantasy. You’re going to be featuring in a few of mine,” Stumpy grinned. He took my plate and finished my food, then washed it up and put my silverware and the plate back in their respective stacks. “Come this way,” he said afterward. I followed Stumpy back to his tent but refused to go inside, which made Stumpy laugh. He came out with three battered books - one fantasy, one mystery, and, indeed, one romance. “I’m the local library,” he explained.

I ignored them and walked on by. Turning the corner, I strode to the library’s double doors across from the staircase without running into another soul. I was in desperate need of distraction. Books to the rescue. The library flared to life as I entered. Wall sconces lit, and the hearth awoke. I replaced the books I’d borrowed to their empty spots, then moved to a different section. Scanning the titles, I found and pulled out a couple of classics I’d been meaning to read forever. The first was The Three Musketeers, and the other was Pride and Prejudice. I hoped at least one of them held my attention enough to get lost in.

“Looks like I’m not done surprising you yet. And yes. I can. My familiars can sense for spirits and can pull me back. But I need you to make sure nothing else tries to come after me.” Lucas’s jaw tenses. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” “Yes. I’ve been wanting to go look through the books for a while, actually. The Academy has an extensive library. It’s two-stories tall and has the most wonderful smell of old paper and fresh ink.” “It’s obvious why you own a bookstore.” “I do like books, though our store is full of mostly fiction. I love a good romance novel.” He runs his hand up and down my arm. “Why do you love romance novels so much?”

I set it face-down on the kitchen counter and tell myself I am not panicking. I find the library. It is a real one, with floor to ceiling shelves on three walls, a rolling ladder on a brass rail, two leather chairs angled toward each other near a window. The books are organized by subject. Law. Economics. History. A full shelf of philosophy. A smaller section at the end — fiction, which surprises me, though I cannot say why. I pull out one of the novels and read the first page standing up. I put it back. I cannot concentrate. My mind is too busy.

I said, and my breath finally evened out. “Why do you need more books from him? You have a ton of them in the library.” He frowned. “Because there’s no such thing as too much book.” I rolled my eyes so hard that they almost tumbled from my head. He was a reader, so why the weird question? Every reader knew there was no such thing as too many books. It was like one of the biggest anti-reader lies in history. “Besides, the books in the library are mostly horrors. The ones he promised to give me are romance. I’ve been dying to have them since their release.”

“I doubt I would, but thank you. Not just for the meal but for taking such good care of me.” “You’re ever so welcome, Ms. Clara,” he replied. I got a bottle of water from the fridge and went to the library to finish my meal. The library was fast becoming my favorite room in the house even though I had only gotten to know about it a few weeks ago. For someone who was hardly at home, Mateo had quite the collection of books. They ranged from classical books to mystery and thrillers. He even had a shelf dedicated to the boring finance books. I had already gotten started on the classical books and my goal was to slowly go through all the books in this library, not including the finance and self-h

It wouldn't kill to explore. It was a library. A very very sad library. The only books here where history books not any type of history but vampire history books, school books, and some war novels with some mystery books here and there. Looks like their taste in books suck because why? Why would someone's library lack romance, sci-fi or even fantasy even though it's one. "Are you done crucifying my books?" Damian said slowly i didn't panic because i already knew he was there. "Nope not yet give me a second" i held my hands out "yhup I'm done" he laughed as he walked closer.