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Rubbing my arm I open it . There is just one book in it which look typical history book. I take it out and open it when I hear the main door open. Shit shit shit, he is too fast panic surged over me as I take photos of few pages keep checking back. Putting it back on the box I place it back . I hear his footsteps and my heart thundered with his each step. Hastily I pick the broom and start sweeping here and there. He enter in the room and my face paled. I turn on other side and swipe the broom . He spared me one unconcerned gland before slumping on couch lazily and close his eyes.

“You are going to want the restricted section. Upstairs and to the right. You can’t miss it.” “Restricted section? Do I need some code or pass or something to get in?” My curiosity getting the best of me now. “Not for you. Just go on up and I’ll buzz you in.” Again with the smirking. Something was off about this woman. I shake it off and thank her and make my way up the stairs. Once I reach the top, I look around and see signs pointing out all different types of books. I looked to my right and see a huge oak door with a big plaque that said “RESTRICTED” posted right in the middle of the door. She was right; you couldn't miss it. I start walking towards the door and I stop right in front of i

Niko As I survey the room, I notice three distinct doors, each providing access in and out of this space. The first door, positioned at the back, swings open to reveal a cramped area filled with storage cupboards. Among the clutter, I spot an elderly woman nestled among the shadows, her presence almost hidden. She exudes an air of gentle vulnerability, with silver strands framing her soft, weathered face. Though her age marks her features, she radiates a sense of inherent harmlessness, as if shaped by years of quiet resilience.

I quickly head out to the next shelf. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I feel exhausted. Drake plops into one of the armchairs before the fireplace, yawning. “I covered thirty shelves, and there’s no book on celestial wolves. This is not a library. It's a book town!” He rests his chin on his arm. “It's so huge that I might find aliens hiding somewhere.” “Stop with the excuses. You are just incapable, that’s all,” Dory says while biting her thumbnail, her eyes trained on the book she’s holding.

We navigated the winding corridors of the first floor until we finally reached the massive double doors of the private library. Kade pushed the doors open and walked directly to the back wall of the room, stopping in front of a tall wooden bookshelf filled with heavy encyclopedias. He reached behind a thick leather-bound volume and pulled a hidden metal lever. The entire bookshelf clicked loudly and swung outward on heavy steel hinges, revealing a thick reinforced steel door equipped with a digital keypad. Kade typed a rapid sequence of numbers into the glowing panel, and the heavy door hissed open to expose a brightly lit concrete room.

A seam, a gate? Rowan tilted his head. “That wasn’t there before.” Finnick was already on his feet, eyes narrowed, assessing. “It’s an exit or an entrance.” “To what?” Mira asked, already reaching for her dagger. “Only one way to find out,” I said, walking toward it. “We didn’t come all this way to stop at the threshold.” The doorway opened with a sigh, warm air curling out from it like a breath. It smelled of cedar and ash and rain-soaked soil. Something alive.

I've always known that Damon knows his way around people but being this close to Miss Altman requires more than sweet talks. ‎ ‎Using the key, Damon opens the door to a cozy intimate space that's tucked away from the main shelves. The walls are lined with old books that might transcend decades, a warm lightning casting a golden glow. ‎ ‎We sit in the plush armchairs, as Damon looks at me expectantly. "What do you think?" ‎ ‎"I didn't know the library had a hidden alcove." I know of the secret compartment but not this. It seems the library carries more secrets than most people know.

There's only a couple of door up here, and a room opened up by an archway which contains a flat-screen tv mounted on the wall, slick black couches, and fine wood bookshelves within the walls of the room, all filled with books- books that look recognizable. Far up the hallway, I can see a door ajar with bright, gold light spilling out into the nearly dark hallway. As I take a few steps closer, I can hear the full-blast of the shower and the mumbling and cursing of Maddox's voice intertwined with the water droplets. I take a deep breath and walk up to the door, setting my hand carefully on the handle of the door and giving it a small push. Thankfully, he doesn't see me, but boy do I see him.

Unsure of where I should go and even though I was in desperate need of a shower, I decided to try and find a library. It had to be night time, the halls were dark with no trace of light other than the lights that lined the stone, I’d imagine at one point in time they were torches with fire instead of twinkling lights. You could see how the stone was being eaten away at proving that even things built to last crumble. I wandered taking in the beauty of it anyway, alas finding myself outside the door to the library. Its wooden doors out of place against the stone- I could have sworn I smelled the oak from the tree in which the doors were carved the handles were made of brass etched in them what

After coming from Ivana's house, Arielle stood in front of the bookstore, she sighed as she clutched the doorknob, she took a deep breath and forced a smile on her face, just as she was about to open the door she heard a noise from behind, turning around, she drew a sharp breath as she found the portal right behind her.