Irving Library Timings Novels & Stories

“No, I'm exhausted. I'll take a nap for an hour, use probably an hour to study, and another hour to do my homework.” “Okay then. Good night, Ivy.” After dancing for hours, Ivy's body wasn't just exhausted; it lacked sleep. 7:30 a.m. Tim taps Ivy on the shoulder. It looks like she tried to study, but she slept off in an uncomfortable position on the couch. Ivy jerks up awake. “Hmm, what time is it?” she yawns. “7:30. You have 30 minutes to get ready!” Wide-eyed upon hearing this. “What? Tim, why didn't you wake me up sooner?”

Author's POV The library was quiet and empty, with moonlight coming through the big windows and making shadows across the old books. Ivan looked at his watch again. Midnight. Jason was now thirty minutes late. He wasn't coming. Something hurt in Ivan's chest—a feeling he didn't want to think about. He walked back and forth in the blocked-off part of the library, his steps echoing. Each minute made him angrier. "Chicken," he said under his breath, hating how the word tasted.

She waited till one in the morning to make the call. Three rings, then a male voice, deep and unhurried, like he was already used to taking calls like this at hours like this. “Evelyn’s contact?” she said quietly. “Depends who’s asking.” “Someone who needs a car at the service entrance of the Ravencroft estate at four fifty-five. Before the five o’clock camera cycle resets.” She paused. “Can you do that?”

the woman asked. "Yes," Iris said, her voice remarkably calm. "They’re perfect." Once alone, Iris waited. She stood by the door, listening to the hum of the house. "Onyx?" she whispered. "Yes, Iris?" "I’m going to the library to find a book. Is that permitted?" "Access granted," the machine replied.

Tarrin replied, unhooking himself. “You’re stating the obvious,” the wolf snickered in the background, still being ignored. Looking at the time on the monitor, Tarrin swore, “Shit, I’m already late.” “Oh, I almost forgot,” Linux dug in his jeans and pulled out keys, “ready and waiting, as promised.” Tarrin smiled briefly, happy to have a car again. “Make sure you’re back by 8, the moon will start to rise before that, but you’ll have a bit of time before the change might occur,” Linux yelled as Tarrin left the lab.

Justin slightly snorted with that gaze. “Write this down, Lee. Every morning, you have to arrive at 8 o'clock sharp. It can't be more than that time. The first thing you should do is confirm Miss Evelyn's schedule for that day. Evelyn only accepts a major meeting once a day, with confirmation at least one week in advance, or two small meetings a day with confirmation at least three days in advance. Priority will be given to scheduling visits to the field. The lunch schedule is from 11.30 to 1.30. Make sure her schedule doesn't take lunchtime; except she was the one who made it. If there is no schedule, an impromptu meeting can be held a maximum of once a week. Miss Evelyn doesn't like sudden

Ira had yet another day to face, the usual morning routine though affected by her secretarial job at Serene- though this branch in Kory city was called Legdon. She now had less sleep as she left her workplace at 17:00 hours straight to Raven for another round of work. Though Mr Rees had changed her routine for 18:00 hours to 24:00 hours. She had always ended up dead beat at 01:00 hours at home. ‘What a day!’, had become her favorite exclamation as she scurried back home each day.

He said something to her, and Iris nodded quickly, as though trying to end the interaction before it could swallow her whole. Then Iris walked away. Not running. Not rushing. But her shoulders were drawn tight, like she was holding herself together with strings. She entered the elevator. The doors slid shut. Lucien watched the timestamp. Watched the floor indicator. Watched the car descend. At 1:40 a.m., Iris’s car pulled into the garage. At 1:45, she stepped into the penthouse foyer. Lucien left his office and returned to the living room, standing in the same spot he had earlier, calm, composed, waiting.

Ivy said, scanning her own book. They read in silence for hours. There were cryptic symbols, forgotten rites, mentions of forests that moved and artifacts lost to time—but nothing matched exactly. Nothing screamed “this is what you’re dealing with.” Frustration was setting in. Ivy slammed her book shut, rubbing her temples. Kyle stacked his third useless volume on the pile between them. The sun dipped lower. A librarian’s voice echoed through the quiet: “Fifteen minutes until closing.” “Great,” Ivy sighed. “This was a waste of time. Let’s just go–“

I knew that tonight would be my mating ritual. "The celebration is scheduled to be tonight at 8:00 p.m. in the Pack Gala House. At five, we will need to begin preparing." I thought it was crazy to spend three hours getting ready. I returned to the library after lunch and breakfast. By the afternoon, I had read the entire book and was looking for a new one. A part of me also hoped to find another abandoned landline. It seemed like nobody ever entered the library, not even for a dusting. If fortune would be on my side just this time and grant me a phone, this would be a secure area for me to speak with Evan.