Kennesaw State Library Novels & Stories

“I could be your thesis. You’ll need hours of deep… oral analysis. And maybe a few hands-on experiments with your favorite instrument.” He stopped walking. “Freya, are you—?” “Warm. Very, very warm. And you—” she replied in a sultry voice, “—smell like danger and testosterone. And—oh my God, is that a library?” she gasped, turning toward another section of the building. “Let’s go in there and make… noise.” Kenneth arched a brow. Sure, it would be hot to take his wife to the library. Kenneth had the keys to every part of the school. He had been prepared for that evening’s visit. However, the library had many cameras.

“Afternoon, Ms Leta.” The woman nodded back at him, then looked down at the book she was reading while flipping a page like no one ever came in. Clarissa stayed close behind Kai, looking around in awe. The library was just as she has expected. The previous night, she had made her research and looked through the buildings in the school and noted that there was a Library in the college. Kai walked off toward Ms Leta who was still busy reading her book, probably to speak to her about something.

Sam closed the file in front of him and completely focused on her voice. "I don't know the complete address. But it's on the north side. The library's name is "KSK Library ''. Julia looked at her nail which needed nail paint soon. "But I never heard the library name before." Sam's brows arched as he replied while adjusting his back on the chair. "Yeah, because It's an old small library and not famous." She answers and continues to get off the bed to walk toward the mirror drawer and takes out the matching nail paint from her hand nail paint to apply again.

Ken walked straight to the corner of the vast library, to the place where he and his two friends usually study or do homework together. "You found your book?" Max asked, approaching Ken from behind. "No," said Ken, confused. "It should be here." "What book are you looking for?" Max asked. "I'll help you find it." "Books about kidneys, they are in the very back sector. In the limited edition books sector." Ken looked at his watch. "But Max, you have to go. You'll be late for practice and the seniors will probably scold you. I will find that book by myself."

“I could be your thesis. You’ll need hours of deep… oral analysis. And maybe a few hands-on experiments with your favorite instrument.” He stopped walking. “Freya, are you—?” “Warm. Very, very warm. And you—” she replied in a sultry voice, “—smell like danger and testosterone. And—oh my God, is that a library?” she gasped, turning toward another section of the building. “Let’s go in there and make… noise.” Kenneth arched a brow. Sure, it would be hot to take his wife to the library. Kenneth had the keys to every part of the school. He had been prepared for that evening’s visit. However, the library had many cameras.