D'amour Library Novels & Stories

Now the friendly smile returned. "This is my library. Let's go in." Alex and Damian eventually reached the library. There Alex saw a large teak door. Damian opened it with a golden key. Inside, Alex saw a large room filled with bookshelves. The books looked old and dusty. Damian said the books were his personal collection. Damian proudly said that they were the source of all knowledge. He also said that the books were his faithful friends. "Wait a moment. I'll find a book that contains information about the incident. Damian walked away, leaving Alex still standing, staring at Damian's library.

Chapter 36:Fractured Reflections The soft glow of the reading lamp cast long shadows across the private library in Damien’s penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling shelves lined with rare first editions surrounded me, but I couldn’t focus on any of them. I sat curled in a oversized leather armchair, knees drawn to my chest, wearing one of Damien’s cashmere sweaters that swallowed me whole. The scent of him grounded me, yet my mind kept circling the betrayal like a shark.

I keep admiring the photo she sent me. She's so beautiful. This will be the new wallpaper on my phone, and every time I look at it, I can admire her. This woman has turned my world upside down. When I thought it was just a wild night at a club, it went beyond that. Today, I want so much more than just a passionate encounter with her. Of course, in bed, we're fantastic, but it's so much more than that. It goes beyond the physical.

I scoffed as the thought of Alpha Damon in bed with Claire filled my mind. He treated the mother of his daughter nicely yesterday and he is having lunch with me alone today. Alpha Damon sure knows how to be fair. “Let me clarify something,” he mentioned. “I do not have a child with Claire. Take those thoughts out of your mind,” he elucidated. My eyes dilated out of perplexity. “What?” I clamored. “Do you not understand what I just said or do you want me to repeat myself?” he said with an eye roll. “Amy is like a daughter to me but I didn’t birth her,” he added.

Autumn Ville would never want to make an acquaintance with me. I shook my head off the thoughts. I’ve always enjoyed reading Dan Brown’s books because they’ve always caught my interest. Unlike other thrillers, the book holds a lot of non-fiction stuff and many different plot twists that one would least expect. I heard a screeching of the chair and looked up from my book to look at Sapphire. “Hi.” She said and flipped her hair behind her shoulders. “Hello.” I smiled at her. “I can’t believe Sean ditched me today.” She muttered.

As though reputation belonged to institutions more than people. Amara reread the message twice before placing her phone face down on the table. Outside, the rain had stopped, leaving Lagos humid and restless beneath a pale evening sky. Her apartment suddenly felt smaller. Not physically. Politically. A knock sounded at her door. Once. Measured. Not impatient. She already knew. Damian. Amara opened the door slowly. He stood there exactly as before—controlled, composed, carrying silence like it was part of his clothing. Dark shirt.

Amelia tried to shake off the thought and went back to eating their dessert which is her usual strawberry ice cream. After eating, Amelia was escorted by Damian to the library before he went and called Alfred to discuss something with him. “Alfred, I need to talk to you,” Damian said as he closes the door of the library. Amelia caught a glimpse of Damian’s grim expression a second before he closed the door. She turned her head and picked out a book to read, trying to ignore the thought in her mind. ‘What is going on?’ she thought as she sat down. A few minutes later, Helga noticed something wrong when Amelia sighed deeply.

The city’s historic district glowed under a full moon, Lila had always loved the night. At twenty-six, she worked late shifts at the old library. Tonight, as she locked up and stepped into the cool air, she felt watched. He appeared behind her, with sharp cheekbones and eyes that seemed to pierce her soul. Damien. He introduced himself offering to walk her home after noticing her alone. Something about him was magnetic, hypnotic. “You carry the scent of old books and longing,” he murmured as they strolled, his hand brushing hers. “A rare combination. Most souls dull over time. Yours… burns.”

We entered the foyer of the pack house when Luna Margarita’s voice came from the left side of us, I turned and she smiled, “are you feeling better Amelia? I nodded, “yes, thank you Luna Margarita, is it possible that you direct me to the library, I need to find a book that may help me, if you don’t mind.” She smiled politely, “of course, my dear, this way,” she took my elbow, and we walked down a hallway, “it’s a huge library, may I ask which book your looking for, I could help.” “Thank you, it’s the one about mating bonds, it has everything in it including the rejection.”

Now, though, his love had shifted to another woman. I closed my eyes and replied, "Sure." I didn't want the child anymore. I didn't want Xavier, either. … The next morning, I drove over to the hospital to drop off the things that Xavier had asked for. After taking the things, he tried to hug me. I sidestepped him and jokingly said, "What's that smell on you? It's so strong. You wouldn't happen to be having an affair behind my back, would you?" Panic flashed in his eyes just for a moment. Then, he leaned his head against my shoulder affectionately. "I wouldn't. You know very well how I feel about you."