Duke Library Hours Novels & Stories

Zeke went to the library before sunrise the following day. Not that it mattered. He hadn’t slept for... Shit, he couldn’t even remember now. The librarian seemed surprised to see him, but she didn’t comment when he walked over to a shelf to start browsing. The library was open twenty-four hours a day to allow students to keep up with their studies on top of their training schedules. It was the biggest structure on campus, with a vast atrium structure and several floors around it. It was usually full of students after training, but at this time, he had known it would be empty. Most people were still asleep or resting before the start of another gruelling schedule. Lucky bastards.

“Caitlyn? Darlin’?” Duke ran his fingers along the bumpy ridge of her spine, gently calling her back from where her dreams had taken her. Where he couldn’t follow, he thought jealously. Rising from the bed, he padded the short distance across the bedroom and picked up his phone, utterly unselfconscious about his nudity. A quarter ‘til four. There was still time to get back to the Piazza del Duomo, and to climb the cathedral’s dome, if she was up for it.

Duk ran his finger over a small map of the world . The map was slowly but surely covered with lines, dots and dates. In the light of a green lamp standing on a wooden table, book dust gleamed in the air. Stacks of worn books covered most of the table. Duk had been sitting in the library for more than an hour. He had translated the ancient scrolls in the werewolf archive long ago. The history of people contained a lot of information, both fictional and true.

"Well, my loves, it seems we are, incontrovertibly and without doubt, the Duke of Twyford's wards." "When does he want to meet us?" asked Sophia, ever practical. "Tomorrow afternoon. He's opening up Twyford House and we're to move in then. He resides at Delmere House, where I went this morning, so the properties will thus be preserved. His aunt, Lady Hillsborough, is to act as our chaperon—she's apparently well-connected and willing to sponsor us. She'll be there tomorrow." A stunned silence greeted her news. Then Maribella voiced the awe of all three. "Since ten this morning?"

"Sir?" "Clear my schedule. I want the entire week of Country L’s Brilliant City University graduation free." There was a pause. "Yes, sir. That’s about five weeks from now. Shall I assume we’re flying there?" Duke tapped the surface of his desk thoughtfully. "Yes. And prepare an offer for her, employment at the Fleming House of Hope. The highest package we’ve ever extended. Housing. Research grants. The works." "Of course. Shall I include a diplomatic envoy?"

"Yes, because you are entrusted to me. That's why no drinks. Dance if you want, but no drinks. Or else I'm going to force you to drink a pure coffee to wake up." Amelia sighed in defeat. "Alright, you win. Just until eleven." "Ten," Cass said. "Ten forty-five." "Ten." She insisted. "Ten thirty." "Nine sharp," Cass answered with finality. Dealing with her is difficult if she doesn't want the things you are insisting on her. "Ok. Ok. Ten it is." Amelia said, giving up. "No monkey business! Or I'll drag you to your home right away." Cass said as she walks away.

The thoughts of his lips on my pussy, his fingers fucking me, his breath close to my chest. I get really horny that I can throw myself at him everytime I see him. Duke goes out in the morning and gets back home early evenings. He works at the Apex Silver company. He came back home one evening and as he was eating his dinner, I decided to tell him about my decision. “I’m going to meet Kane, maybe he will consider me working under him.” “What makes you think he will consider that?” “I don’t know. Duke, I’m really not used to sitting all day doing nothing, I need something to do.”

As the woman began to look at the spines of books and touch them in fever. "Umm... There's a restricted area that only the duke can enter and use. Besides that, it's fine to borrow them. Do take in mind that the duke likes them to be returned the earliest possible time. As he has his head butler recount them again by the end of the month." She just nodded at her, still fixated on other things. "Where else do you want to go, miss?" This statement brought back the woman's attention and composed herself from expressing too much. "Where am I supposed to teach your mistress if we're not doing any practical demonstration?"

Duke was now level-headed and rarely played with girls, not even when they threw themselves at him for free. I have more important things to concentrate on, he would say whenever I asked him why he wouldn't just live freely. And when I tried to find out what had his attention, it was always the gym and books. Duke was a voracious reader, even more than me, but then, that was one of the perks of this school—making you hungry for knowledge. "Where are your bags? Aren't you leaving yet?" Duke asked, his sharp eyes sweeping over me, behind me, searching for the bags in question. His brows furrowed as if his brain was already wondering why I had come out of my room empty-handed.

Before I realized it, I had lost track of him. "Duke?" "A few aisles over," he said. I leaned into the other aisle as he walked out with a bunch of books under his arm. "Figure we could probably do with some books on the Festival, the Awakening, and the history of the world, hm?" I nodded. "Thanks... What about your books?" He scoffed. "All the books Maggie wants me to read are in my backpack. It's like I'm going to three different colleges at one time." I laughed as he led the way to the circulation desk. The librarian, an older man with milky blue eyes and a pair of glasses perched on his nose greeted us warmly.