East Side Freedom Library Novels & Stories

The not-knowing was worse. Jayden stood like a statue. His stillness terrified me more than if he’d thrown the table across the room. His silence was weighty, deliberate. He was calculating, building walls inside himself where the rest of us were falling apart. “Where,” he said at last, his voice flat. Elise’s throat bobbed. “The East District. The warehouse is near the old tracks. The one we use for transitions.” Jayden’s expression didn’t flicker. “Cause?”

“But I heard they have dance classes in the evening.” “Ooh, we should go then” Mia said. She looked already excited at the thought of it. “I’ll join if you do,” I said. “I might come just to watch,” Jordan spoke with a wink. Elisa rolled her eyes. “Of course you would.” After that, we found the library on the east side. It’s building was tall, made of red bricks, and large glass windows. We stepped inside, and the air was cooler than warm weather outside. The smell of books filled our senses.

Just breakfast and a single envelope with Elara's name written in sharp, masculine handwriting. She opened it. Meet me in the east wing library. 10 AM. Come alone. — Alexander Blackwood She ate slowly, her mind turning over possibilities. The east wing library wasn't a room she'd been shown. Another part of the mansion she hadn't explored. Another door that might hold secrets. At ten, she found it. The library was smaller than she'd expected. Dark wood shelves lined every wall, filled with leather-bound books that smelled like age and money. A fireplace crackled in the corner. Alexander stood by the window, his back to her, his hands clasped behind him.

Each participant brought a unique perspective to the table, their opinions shaping a multifaceted discourse that echoed the city's ethos of unity in diversity. As the day progressed, the library continued to hum with activity. The rhythm of pages turning, of pens scribbling, of soft whispers and hushed debates, merged into a symphony of learning and collaboration. This was the soundtrack of Emeridia, the melody of its heartbeat, pulsating with the vibrant energy of knowledge and understanding.

My hands shook, not from weakness but from the violent storm tearing through me, one that would not settle until I dragged him back into my grasp, away from the ghosts, away from temptation. Esteban hesitated, his eyes flickering toward the ground as though afraid his words might ignite something uncontrollable in me. “A small establishment on the east side, madam. Not the kind of place I would expect a man of Mr. Adams’… stature to go. That is why I thought it important to tell you.” The east side. The name itself tasted bitter on my tongue. My mind conjured it instantly, I knew that place. I’ve been around there before and it’s definitely not the kind of place I would want Bryan to be.

"I'll order someone to pick them up here." "I can do that." But he shook his head. "No. You're not going anywhere." Of course. Eliot would prohibit me from leaving the pack house. "The library is in the old pack house on the east side. Someone will deliver to you tomorrow." "Is it abandoned?" I had never heard of the old pack house before, even in my previous life. "No, but not a house anymore. We use it as a school now." I nodded in understanding. If it was a school, I knew one in the eastern. It might be what Eliot meant.

Everything. Afterwards, I forwarded the location to Bryson. And now, we are here. The abandoned old library sits at the far eastern side of the Academy. The building looks outdated and nobody uses it anymore. Our guards are stationed everywhere, out of public sight, and even though they are not that many, they are deadly enough to blow off Bryson’s brains for me if this is a fucking trap. Two of the guards move ahead of us together with Captain Elle, entering the library. Minutes later, they come out.

The best things in life usually arrive before anyone earns them. And stayed because they chose to. The thought lingered after Serena left for a morning meeting later that day. Damian eventually wandered into the library. Not to work. That distinction still felt important. The library occupied the western side of the estate and overlooked the river through towering windows that stretched from floor to ceiling. Thousands of books filled dark wooden shelves. He had owned the room for years. Yet somehow never spent much time inside it. A lifetime of chasing power had left surprisingly little room for curiosity.

"Okay, I'll have someone bring it over." "I can go get them myself." "Baby,you know I'm not letting you out of my sight." He replied,sliding his hands around my waist. Of course, it was Aiden I was dealing with. He definitely would prohibit me from leaving the pack house at this time. "The library is on the old pack house on the east side. I'll have someone deliver the book to you by tomorrow. You can wait until then right?" "The old pack house? There's an old pack house? Why haven't I heard of it before?" I knew that sounded strange to me, I did't know about it even in my previous life.