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She dumped the stack on our table with a thud that echoed through the quiet library, earning us a stern look from the librarian at the nearby reference desk. “That’s quite a collection you’ve got there,” Elijah laughed. “Do you think you can read all of these before they’re due back?” Thea nodded enthusiastically. “Uh-huh. And this one,” she held up a colorful picture book about a dragon, “is for you to read to me tonight.” “Well, I guess I don’t have much of a choice,” Elijah said, ruffling her hair affectionately. He took my hand and tucked one of the books we’d been reading under his arm. “Let’s go check these out, shall we?”

Re-open your GoodNovel Application on your device. 5. The books you have added should be in your Application Library. Yours , A.R.

Tapping and clicking away at my laptop in a secluded little corner of the library, surrounded by so many books about werewolves, pack life and even children’s books of old folk tales that have been passed on from generation to generation. I hadn’t read any of them yet, but I was excited to check them out. As I was clicking through different articles, a librarian walked out of a door, and behind it were hundreds more books. Immediately coming to a stand, I swiftly strode towards the door before it closed and peeped inside. A lot of the books looked ancient, but others looked in perfect condition. What was this place? Why was it bordered off?

Oh and of course my books. Grams was getting quite annoyed my books taking so much space away, so she decided to buy me an e-reader last Christmas. I do love my paperbacks more, but have to admit it's great to have the e-reader. This way, I didn't have to drag my 786 books I have at home here.

**Elizabeth's POV** * I waited for Brandon's rant and scolding, but he did not do it. He just fished a few books out of the drawer, tossed them to me, and went back to sleep. I took several deep breaths before I picked up the books. They were not textbooks. They were obviously checked out from the library. Not everyone has the right to enter the library. Because many books in the library are confidential. And the three books Brandon gave me were World Geography, Warrior Combat Skills, and Medicine Encyclopedia.

Under the September sun, in front of Anna’s house, with him leaning casually on his bike, looking like a bad boy straight out of a teen romance movie. But I didn’t want to be insincere about how I felt. “I don’t want anyone else,” I said, my voice husky, holding eye contact with his intense gaze. *** “And keep these books here,” I pointed out to Caleb, who followed me to the back room of the library with stacks of books in his arms. It smelled like old books, worn out pages with a hint of musk. Since it was Saturday, people were huddled in the corners, queuing up at the reception to borrow books and running their hands through the cracked spines of various books.

I nodded encouragement, curious myself about what Alex had chosen. She took the bag cautiously, as if it might contain something dangerous. Peering inside, her eyes widened. "Wow." "What is it, Em?" I asked, moving closer. She pulled out three books – beautifully illustrated hardcovers about space exploration, female scientists, and a novel featuring a young girl inventor. They were exactly the kind of books she loved, just like her had gotten her yesterday. "These are... really cool," she admitted reluctantly, examining the covers. "I wanted to read this one, but the library doesn't have it yet."

she said in a small voice and then she pointed to the people reading. "This is the art session. We have books on art here, whatever you can think of, we have on performance art, music, drama and dance over here, on painting, sculpture and the rest over here, we have on literature, which is the broadest actually, we have the classical and contemporary literature. There is a bulk of non-fiction which is divided into different genres," the librarian said and Tequila nodded. She could hear her sister yawning in the background. Dream was never one for experiencing things in a book, she wanted to breathe and feel them for real.