D Samuel Gottesman Library Novels & Stories

Mr. Samuel Blackwood – The Library Half-blinds closing, amber light seeping in at canted angles over deep carpet. The library was filled with old ink, the scent of oak smoke, and sharp smells of ash that clung stubbornly to Samuel's greatcoats. He sat alone, his mahogany desk empty before him one ledger open but untouched. His hand upon it, his palm as hard as stones. The clock ticked. Always his clock. Always his time, not another's.

’ Sammy popped her head around from the booth beside me where she had just finished cleaning, ‘You wanna do more school work that wasn’t even assigned? ‘Samantha!’ I laughed, stepping out of my booth, ‘I want to know more about the pack and what life was like here as it was growing to what it is today.’ Mrs Wilk smiled, ‘That’s lovely, Amelia, I wish others felt the same way you did,’ she glared at her daughter who simply stuck her tongue out to retaliate. ‘The library is a good place, it’s a ten-minute walk from here. You won’t miss it, it’s right by the Town Hall. Actually, I would also say the archives in the Town Hall could prove useful too. ’

20. As they walked, Samantha couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. Where was her father taking her? And what did this room have to do with the book she was holding? Finally, they reached a small library, filled with books and files. Mr. Ray gestured for Samantha to sit down, and he began to explain. “This room is dedicated to my past business ventures and partnerships. And the book you're holding is a reminder of one of my most successful collaborations.” Samantha's eyes widened as she realized what her father was getting at.

Ashton said and Thea sat up abruptly. "Hospital?" "Yes, Samuel was involved in an accident." Tap! Ashton looked up from the file he was holding to stare at the lady walking around his work space. A mini-library to be precise. "Which one will I pick?" She muttered to herself. His attention went back to the documents in his hand. His own moved, as if signing something then he let it down in the table again. "I think this one is better-" He cleared his throat intruding in the conversation she was having with herself. "You won't find anything interesting in there, I am not a fan of romance novels."

Sam closed the file in front of him and completely focused on her voice. "I don't know the complete address. But it's on the north side. The library's name is "KSK Library ''. Julia looked at her nail which needed nail paint soon. "But I never heard the library name before." Sam's brows arched as he replied while adjusting his back on the chair. "Yeah, because It's an old small library and not famous." She answers and continues to get off the bed to walk toward the mirror drawer and takes out the matching nail paint from her hand nail paint to apply again.

“Meet me there at three. I might be able to get us access to the security footage.” Four hours later, I stood inside the massive oak doors of the archives, organizing a new shipment of historical documents. Cora worked beside me, chattering about weekend plans. The ancient building remained cool despite the summer heat outside, its stone walls naturally insulating the precious documents within. “So then I told him—” Cora broke off suddenly, her eyes widening. “Holy moon goddess. Is that Alpha Samuel?” I turned to see Samuel striding toward us, dressed in a tailored navy suit. Several researchers stopped to stare as he passed, his presence commanding everyone’s attention effortlessly.

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When she came down, Caspian didn’t comment on her silence, only offered a cup of coffee as they walked. Gabriel’s office occupied the top floor of the lodge’s west wing. Unlike the rest of the stone-heavy fortress, the space was sleek and modern—glass walls, dark wood paneling, and shelves of books so pristine they looked untouched. A wall of monitors lit up one corner, each displaying pack surveillance, supply routes, or company assets. Samantha stepped in slowly. Gabriel didn’t look up from his screen. “Coffee’s in the back. I take mine black.” She blinked.

The diner is warm and ordinary, smelling of coffee and toast, and the city outside the window is doing what the city always does. Halfway through breakfast, Samuel puts his fork down and looks at me. “I want to show you something,” he says. “What?” “Not here.” He picks his fork back up. “After breakfast.” We finished eating. He pays. We took a cab to Langham. Not to his suite. To a storage room in the basement that the hotel provides for long-term guests. Samuel has a key. He opens a padlock on one of the units. Inside, stacked against the wall, are twelve canvases wrapped in brown paper.

Maybe he got something wrong and we are worrying for no reason. "Samuel told me, he is a member of the council, an elder and he was also my teacher. He runs the library." Well, he definitely sounds qualified but I'd like to talk to him myself. "Take me to him," I say, and Atlas points for me to turn around where a gray-haired man is pushing a cart filled with books. Makes me wonder if he was in here the whole time as Atlas and I were having... a talk. "Was he...?"