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Given that the game itself was boring if played only by four people, it became extra boring because they couldn’t make noise whenever they wanted. On the other side of the room, near the door where a two-meter long bookshelf was established, Yuri and Cylvia dragged their chairs near it and took the chance to do their past-time hobby without getting disturbed. Yuri piled up some books on top of her desk and read them. Meanwhile, beside her was Cylvia scribbling lines on the surface of her all-time favorite blue and white diary. There had been a lot of poems and short stories written inside, and to read it thoroughly with her permission was considerably a must-not-miss opportunity.

The only person who could get her that book was David And he was sure Lorraine's relationship with David had not been good enough for him to let her have one of his finest collections. David's private library had no specific subject, it had collections that cut through almost all walks of life: supernatural, physics, metaphysics, mind, power, fictional novels, sci-fi books. Name it and you'll find it there. Loraine did not expect that expression from. Was this book someone she was not supposed to read? Why's James surprised to see her with the book?

I explained while keeping the antique tome in his table. "It's a book about mates but this is the first volume of it's collection, and it doesn't have provided any potential information so far." Alpha Brian leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning my face and to the book as he listened intently. "Hmm, I see. This book is part of a collection, you say?" I nodded, my fingers pointing at the back page, showing where it shows its collection. "Yes, Alpha. There are five more volumes to it, but the first one seemed more like an introduction. I couldn't find anything useful in it."

Just random things that are worth talking about and worth remembering. "Oh, don't ask about my favorite when it comes to books. I can't choose. I have so many favorites, the number is rising every time I read a new one." I chuckled. Yeah, that's how engrossed I am with every book that gets my attention. I consider my collection as my babies and they are far more important than my clothes or any material thing that I have. "You are one hell of a book-lover, then." "Is that a bad thing?"

“Better than that club, at least.” “Exactly.” April disappeared into the back room, returning with a stack of books. She plopped them in front of me. “Here. Keep your hands busy, maybe your brain will stop overloading.” I rolled my eyes but pulled the stack closer. “My brain has stopped overloading, work master.” “Motivator,” she corrected with a grin.

The library felt like a gift, and that was what made it dangerous. I moved slowly along the shelves, trailing my fingers across the spines of books. The contact sent a faint shiver through me, not pleasure exactly, but recognition. Something inside me loosened, not relief and not comfort, but a thin strand of control I had not realized was missing. The titles were familiar in tone if not in detail. Business. Finance. Strategy. Leadership. Negotiation. The kinds of books men like Jaden collected to justify their decisions after the fact, volumes that framed dominance as intelligence and conquest as foresight.

he explains, "We're just using a TV screen." "Wow," I gasp in wonder, "this is absolutely amazing!" This is another dream of mine; a fantasy I never thought I'd be able to fulfill. This is the largest collection of books I've ever seen. I happily rush down the first aisle, marveling at their assemblage of many encyclopedias, the informative books I have missed so much.

The door will automatically open. The library's physical book collection has thousands of items. From various genres, authors, and publication years. The physical room itself is quite luxurious. There's a special area with advanced computers. There's a collection of books on 30 storage shelves. There's an information section, a place for storing belongings or lockers, and tables and chairs that can accommodate 200 visitors. There's even a publishing room here.

The air is thick with the musty scent of paper and knowledge, and the gentle hum of whispered conversations and rustling pages creates a soothing background noise. The shelves themselves are a marvel, towering above him like sentinels of wisdom. Books of every shape and size are stacked neatly, their covers a riot of colors and fonts, each one beckoning him to explore its contents. The spines of the books seem to whisper secrets, their titles and authors a testament to the vast expanse of human knowledge and creativity.

They looked like… gods. Damon, Draven, and Damian Ryder. My brother's triplet roommates back in college and currently some of the most successful businessmen in the city. The last time I saw them physically was ten years ago. What the hell were they doing here, and when did they get so fucking hot?