Novel & Cerita Holt Library

There were so many books that all the bookshelves were full, and some of the tables in the center of the library had books piled on it. "We will need to add more bookshelves~." Susan commented and looked back at Madam Pince, who had some tears forming by her eyes' corners. "So many books…" Madam Pince said while taking one hand to her mouth. "Here." Susan spoke, drawing the attention from Madam Pince to her, and picked the big red leather bound book from the little bookshelf under the lectern. She showed the front cover to Madam Pince, who could read on it, written in golden letters engraved into the red leather cover, 'Hogwarts' Library: Book of Records'. Susan then put the book on the lect

"Where shall I meet you?" "Let's meet in the Humanities library," said Holly, sounding bored of the idea already. "All the books we need should be there -- we can get it all sorted in a few hours." "Right," said Simon. "Sure thing." Sasha sighed, and stood up. "Come on Holly," she said. "We're going to be late to US History."

Holt pointed a finger at my face and sternly instructed me to remain silent. "I was just--" Holt silenced Liam with a decisive headshake. "He was only assisting me," I managed to whisper, but by this point, Holt appeared extremely angry with both of us. "I'll see you in my office in an hour," Mr. Holt told Liam, "and you, come with me." He then pointed in my direction and led the way. I entered his office and stood silently as he paced around restlessly. The gray and black furniture and paint gave the room a somber atmosphere. There were noticeable empty picture frames on the walls.

--- The meeting with Holt happened in Boston, three days later. Arielle wore a suit that cost too much—borrowed from Kimi, who'd asked too many questions and gotten too few answers—and presented herself as a corporate investigator looking into supply chain irregularities. Boring. Professional. Forgettable. Holt's office smelled of old wood and older money. He was seventy, sharp as a blade, and suspicious in the way of men who'd survived decades of other people's schemes. "Your interest in my partner seems personal, Ms. Lawson," he said, not offering coffee.

Neither of us had crossed it fully yet but we were both standing dangerously close. And the storm outside seemed to promise that boundaries were only temporary. After Hours (Eve’s POV) The campus was nearly deserted by the time I left the library. The orange glow of street lamps reflected off puddles left by the afternoon rain. My umbrella drooped against my shoulder as I crossed the quad, my thoughts still tangled in the day’s lecture. Then I saw him. Dr. Holt, standing near the steps of the theology building, his coat buttoned, briefcase in hand. He didn’t speak at first he simply waited, as though he had been expecting me.

I bet it had been ages since he had seen someone enter this place. “Honored Lord, I’m Hudson. How may I help you? This library is the oldest in Lordslane, so we have every piece the other Libraries don’t.” Hudson began flaunting. “Do you have a book about other species? Vampire or witch?” I asked carefully. “Of course we have it. It’s on the second floor. Let me take you there.” Hudson walked before us. He kept telling a story about this library and the oldest book he had on the shelf. From time to time, he’d ask a question, but I played deaf and gave him a few silver coins.

Holt doesn’t smile, doesn’t cancel meetings, and certainl‌y doesn’t l⁠et coffee sp‌ill on him without reac‍ting. Her‌ phone buzzed again. T⁠his time it wasn’t her mother’s nurse. It was an unknown number. Y‍ou’‌re late ‌ to orientation, Miss Blake. Twice today you’ve disappointed me. Try not⁠ t‌o make it th‍ree, Adria⁠n Holt. ‌

Kathrena asked, and we fell into step, all three of us, as we turned off the main street and onto one of the smaller, cobbled lanes that rounded towards the Hawthorn Central Library. “Let’s speak to Herb first. I’ll tell you when we’re settled inside.” The library was quiet as we filed in, and dust rose thick in the air, motes spinning through the slanted, grey light. There was an aura of ancient eyes watching us, today: something mystical, something magical, and it was curious, too.

The thought of going back there made my stomach flip, and yet… If there was even a chance of finding information about the artifacts there… “I’ll go as soon as I can,” I said, standing. “What’s the harm, right?” Lilith didn’t answer that. Two days later, on my day off, I found myself standing at the entrance to the Stormhollow territorial library. The building was old and imposing, made of gray stone, with menacing-looking gargoyles perched on the roof that looked even more frightening in the bleak, stormy weather. I wrapped my cardigan tighter around myself and rushed inside to escape the wind and rain.

Tall shelves that almost reached the high ceilings, stocked up with books of different colors and ages, there were at least fifteen to twenty rows of tall wooden shelves which led Halle to believe that the library was the biggest room in Stone Manor. There were so many books, hake knew that she wouldn’t be able to finish everything in her lifetime. To think such a beauty was in this mansion but they all kept her away. Halle walked in further, her face covered in glee and excitement. At the far end between the first and second shelves, there was a large mahogany desk, a slightly thick stack of files rested on the desk along with an eye-catching golden paperweight, and then a familiar laptop.