Chicago Library Locations Novels & Stories

The upper floor of the McDonald, Smith and Ward law firm was made for impressing clients. It had a chic modern vibe that screamed wealth and power. The Chicago office was the flagship for the six other US branches and two international offices, and every inch was made to represent that fact. Not far from the elevator was the legal library. While many firms were switching to strictly computer-based systems, McDonald, Smith and Ward had decided to use the beauty of the old books to impress clients. Big, sound-proof glass windows separated it from the hallway, but let anyone who walked past see the glorious amount of books inside. The collection was the envy of several small law schools.

​Ruby’s POV ​The air inside the abandoned warehouse district on the outskirts of Chicago smelled of rust, old rain, and impending victory. ​Chloe had selected the location—a sterile, concrete loft space currently under development by a Bells subsidiary. It was completely private, entirely secure, and far away from the prying eyes of the Magnificent Mile. Outside, the cold Midwestern wind howled against the reinforced glass windows, but inside, the tension was thick enough to suffocate.

When the car came to a stop in front of the old library, I dashed out. The building was the first and oldest in Chicago. It held classic books and had always been a reference place for history scholars. I marched into the building while Mile’s feet clicked behind me. We reached the first floor and stopped at the reception. There was an old man stationed behind a counter and right behind him was a corridor that exposed a vast collection of books held by tall towers and massive shelves. “Good day, sir.” I cleared my throat loudly. He immediately pulled out a register and slapped it on the counter.

The upper floor of the McDonald, Smith and Ward law firm was made for impressing clients. It had a chic modern vibe that screamed wealth and power. The Chicago office was the flagship for the six other US branches and two international offices, and every inch was made to represent that fact. Not far from the elevator was the legal library. While many firms were switching to strictly computer-based systems, McDonald, Smith and Ward had decided to use the beauty of the old books to impress clients. Big, sound-proof glass windows separated it from the hallway, but let anyone who walked past see the glorious amount of books inside. The collection was the envy of several small law schools.

Izzy had thought the penthouse felt intimidating, but it was nothing compared to the corporate event Liam brought her to that evening. Held at the luxurious Lancaster Tower, one of Chicago’s premier venues for high-profile business gatherings, the event was a dazzling display of wealth and power. The lobby alone boasted a two-story waterfall and intricate glass sculptures that shimmered under the golden lights. Everything was polished, glittering, and designed to impress.

There were so many tourist centers here in Chicago and Richard had asked her to choose any. Sarah quickly plugged into the internet and began to surf the net for the most suitable place for outdoor recreation in Chicago. The cursor loaded for a while and Field Museum of Natural History popped on the screen of the laptop. She scanned through the brief information written about the museum. It was originally named the Columbian Museum of Chicago which had about 20 million artifacts and specimens from different disciplines. Sarah really wanted to see the museum but didn't know if Richard would like the idea so she searched further. On the screen was 360 Chicago. Sarah clicked on the grey arrow t

Tony Sabatini… “Hey, do you want to go to Gillam’s for book buying and an early, or even better a later dinner?” Gillam’s is a shopping plaza in an old-school tiny strip mall of four businesses. There’s a store that had joined two of the stores into one for anime lovers to get manga new and old, as well as a huge selection of gear. There’s a coffee shop on one side of it and a sushi place on the other. It was a place we went often. Although we never told our mom as it’s in the Rogers Park area, south of Evanston. The last neighborhood for Chicago proper on the east side, right up against Lake Michigan. And the last neighborhood to be rehabbed. We never went after dark because the one time we

I clearly heard the instructions Sain gave them and that is not something that needs to be delayed especially now that they already figured out the Mafia Romano. I took a deep breath. "Does the library located in the west wing?" I inquire. "No, it's in the north east at the end of the hallway near the-" "Got it," I cut him off. "I'll go get him" I smile and turn around. I already where is that library he is talking about. That's the place where I heard Nicolai and Sain talk about Laurent Alcatraz.

Lorenzo parked his car a bit far from the storage warehouse in Chicago port. According to his men of the mafias he investigated, all this time they had kept the goods they were going to smuggle in one of the warehouses in Chicago port. But when Lorenzo arrived, the warehouse looked empty and almost crumbling with age. There was no sign of anything around the warehouse, and Lorenzo felt that it was completely empty because there was not a single guard around.

He thought: the city has been waiting to confirm this section. The paragraph about something else was longer. Thomas wrote that in the three weeks since receiving the pencil section he had been thinking about the reading room in relation to the other rooms in the library. He wrote that the library had six other reading spaces — the children's area and the periodicals room and the reference section and the study carrels and the local history room and the large general reading area on the ground floor. He wrote that he had been sitting in each of these rooms since receiving the section and attending to them the way the section had taught him to attend. He wrote: I sat in the children's area fo