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And lastly, the books in this section look even older than the ones that Rhode was looking at. I take a closer look at the shelves to see that most of the so-called books are mostly loose papers that are poorly bound. Some look so ancient I worry that the papers will crumble into dust if I touch them. But I pull out a few anyway, sneezing my head off in the process and trying to find something about the silly legend of Udbhava.

It was a section of the library dedicated entirely to novels, a vast treasure trove of fiction from around the world. Ashley's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she took in the towering shelves, each one packed with row upon row of novels. The smell of old leather-bound books mixed with the faint scent of the underground air, creating a unique atmosphere that felt like a secret garden of stories waiting to be explored.

He was a greenhorn in the finding of books here since he had never been in here talk more of finding books for the Alpha. Another thing why this library was different was because most of the books in here were strange. They were very strange and most of them were large books with hard spines and gold or silver letterings. Most of them did not have any pictures in their fronts; there was usually only a plain brown, black or white cover and then the name of the book with that of the author's. It was a bit unnerving to see books like that especially since all the books I had known since childhood were the ones that had colorful pictures and drawings in them. I wasn't used to these types of book

is not it ! I was confused while thinking, then I raised my head sighing to look at the library again. There was a distinctive book that was longer than the rest of the books but a little high. Curiosity and love of exploration forced me to raise my body and try to pick it up many times until I succeeded with difficulty..but because I took it from its corner, I dropped some papers from it. It was accidentally folded inside, so I bent over to put it back in. I was collecting them and did not bother to open them so as not to exaggerate the violation of Chris' privacy, but .. one of them was not paper, its texture was like a picture!

After completing the task, I pour myself another drink and head to the library to gather all the books that discuss prophecies. As I walk through the shelves of the library, I can feel the weight of the books in my hands. I scan the titles, searching for any that might hold the answers I seek. My eyes land on a thick, leather-bound tome with the word "Prophecies" etched in gold on the cover. I pull it from the shelf and flip through the pages, my heart racing with anticipation. As I read through the ancient texts, I begin to piece together the clues that will help me unravel the mystery of the prophecy. The words on the page seem to come alive, swirling and dancing before my eyes. I lose tra

Books about herbs, waters, potions, magic and all sorts of healing techniques, along with history books were my favorite reads and luckily for me this dusty, abandoned library was chock full of em. I slide a finger over the spine of the book I was reading currently, suddenly an image of Zander sliding his finger up and down my spine yesterday night suddenly invaded my mind. I groan and drag the book out it's position on the shelf and walk over to the small chair and desk set up by the window to read. And yet even as I attempt to absorb the meaningful words of information my mind is invaded once again by a certain green eyed Prince.

Well, she seems to forget that in case I get killed in my sleep, we both die. I strolled to each section of the library but there is a particular section that seem different. The books are few as I glance around. Few shelves with neatly packed books, mostly with animal pictures as I stared but my eyes didn't fail to notice the paintings hanging on the wall. They seem to come alive with the way they stared back, threatening to tear me apart at any sign of aggression.

Kade calls from across the library. "Nothing in particular." But I reach for another romance, one with a black and gold spine and a more risque title. The sight of the cover lifts the hair on the back of my neck and causes heat to billow down my spine. "There are illegal books in here." "Illegal?" "Explicit sex…" I clarify. "Erotica."

The faint scent of leather and ink lingered, sharp and masculine. I moved carefully, my fingers brushing the edge of his desk. Papers stacked with precision, pens aligned in a cup. Everything screamed control. I drifted toward the little bookshelf. And scanned through the books there. They looked similar to the ones I saw in the library. Not a single lighthearted title among them. I almost turned to leave, but my eyes immediately caught something interesting Not a book. Not a file. But a picture frame. Nestled between two thick volumes, almost hidden.

I corrected, pulling my robe tighter around my waist. The library was a two-story sanctuary of dark wood and leather-bound books. It was the only room in the penthouse that felt warm, though the heat felt artificial, like a stage set. On the large mahogany desk sat a thick, leather-bound folder. I opened it, expecting to see bank statements or tax liens. Instead, my breath hitched, and the room seemed to tilt. Inside were photographs. They weren't of hotels or board meetings. They were photos of *me*.