James White Library Novels & Stories

“He waved at you yesterday. I saw it. You are glowing this morning, Stella.” I laughed softly, cheeks warming. “It was just a friendly wave, Mia. Do not make it into a big story.” Sure,” she teased before heading back to the counter. I had barely taken two sips when the café door opened. My breath caught. James walked in, still wearing his bookstore apron, messy dark hair slightly tousled. He scanned the room and, to my surprise, walked straight toward the table right next to mine. “Morning,” he said, his voice warm and gentle. “Mind if I sit here? The bookstore is quiet this early, and I saw you through the window again.”

"What question?" "If you’d go to the library with me?" The library. James could be there. Though James is known to carry different girls around, he’s extremely serious about school. He doesn’t joke with his grades. It’s probably why school is the only place you wouldn’t see him around a girl always. If he isn’t free, he has his head buried between the pages of a book. A guy with good looks and a smart brain. His attractiveness truly has no end. "No. I don’t think I can. Sorry. "

she called back as she began to walk off down the hall. “Later,” said James. He was out a little early, he knew, and decided to head to the library to review for English and to wait on Eliza. He descended the marble steps down to the bottom floor, crossed around the base of the statue of Athena, and grabbed a cup of coffee once he had made his way into the library. Plopping into a seat, he took out his notes and began to study.

Instead, I decided to go to the library that I hadn’t been to yet. I walked in and there was no one there. So people could just go in and take a book if they wanted, but there were tables and chairs, computers and couches set up everywhere. It was actually a really big library for an army base. I started searching through the books until I finally found the ones that I was looking for. The books that had documented white wolves over history. Werewolves were notorious for keeping records and I was glad that they had these books on white wolves.

Dawn asked as she notice James stares. Then he shook his head and replied; “Uh. Nothing. Let’s go?” she nodded and then they started walking on the roadside, it’s almost two in the afternoon so the train ride isn’t available for a moment. They walk fifteen minutes before they reach the public library. Dawn have her usual stoic face while James is nervous to hell, it is obvious in his face, Dawn notice it but she just shut up. The door is open, they enter without knocking, as they enter, there are four people, one of them are the Librarian and the rest is quietly reading a book together in one table.

Dante was still out there. Breakfast was light and quiet; Bright prepared my cup of tea, and James moved about the kitchen with that composed calm that always seemed to surround him. When I finished, I knew there was something in the air, a subtle electricity that made words stick in our throats. James asked in a low voice if we could go to the library. The word library sounded solemn, as if I were about to receive a verdict. I sat down without protest, resting my hands on the fabric of my dress, feeling the curve of my belly, and smiling inwardly as I felt the baby move.

“Do you still remember your name? Where you’re from, what brought you here, and… hmm, your ID number—do you remember that too?” The string of questions reached his ears, and James paused for a moment as his mind gradually cleared. “I think I’ve just discarded some bad memories. I haven’t lost my wits.” He chuckled softly. “My name is James. I’m from Jelaston, Cheria, and I came here to start a new life… As for my ID number… I’m sure you can find it on your computer.” He struggled to sit up, attempting to get out of bed. “Dr. White, I’ve met you before. You’re a student of Anderson.”

CAPTAIN ~>> “What the fuck are you doing in a fucking library?! The fuck, man!” James’s voice shot out like a bullet, echoing through the quiet space before he immediately broke into loud, wheezing laughter. “You’re really finally losing your fucking mind!” Heads turned. The librarian at the far desk shot them a death glare, and someone in the aisle behind them actually muttered, “Shhh,” like they were in a goddamn movie or something. And James? James was practically doubled over, holding his stomach, struggling to catch his breath as his laugh echoed against the rows of dusty books and polished wooden shelves.

Besides, he hasn’t seen Zanthe yet, and I’m not even sure if he knows she’s a white wolf. “Right, James,” I begin, keeping my tone calm but direct. “What’s this all about?” James turns to Zahra, and I notice her fidgeting in her seat, her anxiety clear in her tense posture. I don’t want to draw this out longer than necessary for her sake. “Have you heard any of the legends of the white wolves?” James asks, his voice heavy with meaning. I blink in surprise. “No,” I admit honestly. James sighs, running a hand over his face, the weight of what he’s about to say evident in his expression.

He was about to say a quick goodbye—but on second thought… “Thanks for being the tour guide, Eliza. I had a lovely time.” Svetlana laughed and even Eliza cracked a smile before turning away. James climbed the three flights of stairs to his floor and made his way to his room to grab a change of clothes before going to the bathroom to shower off the sweat. The shower invigorated him and allowed him to scrub off the accumulated grime of this long first day. He changed into some jeans and a fresh T-shirt, then decided to head to the library to get a start on his homework. James came out onto the second floor of the library—just as big as the first floor—and asked a student for directions to the