Layton Library Novels & Stories

If they were to meet with the president, then for sure that they have to leave these amazing place and head back to those gloomy and empty wasteland, for sure, right then they have to forget enjoying their money. “Still..we need to meet with the President…if I can, I wanted to stay here for a long time…Did you know that Aeternum General Public Library, hold more books and also much more bigger than the Institute of Artemesia Grand Library?….even so, Aeternum Library is much more easier to enters and become a patron of the library compared to the Institute of Artemesia….Now that is amazing…”.(Luth Alantar)

I clearly heard the instructions Sain gave them and that is not something that needs to be delayed especially now that they already figured out the Mafia Romano. I took a deep breath. "Does the library located in the west wing?" I inquire. "No, it's in the north east at the end of the hallway near the-" "Got it," I cut him off. "I'll go get him" I smile and turn around. I already where is that library he is talking about. That's the place where I heard Nicolai and Sain talk about Laurent Alcatraz.

The morning after visiting Margaret Doyle, neither Lila nor Ethan could stop thinking about what she had said. “Two babies everyone was arguing about.” The words refused to leave Lila’s mind. She sat in the university library, surrounded by old newspaper clippings, hospital directories, and city archives. Every few minutes she sighed and crossed another useless article off her list. “There has to be something,” she muttered. “There is.” Ethan walked over carrying two thick archive books. “You’ve officially turned me into a library person.”

Zoe's POV: I'm Zeo Lupine, a freshman student at Ryard University of San Diego. Short and robust with pretty face. I walked into the school's gigantic library for the first time and I was marveled by the sight the loomed before me. The library , a magnificent space with towering shelves of books, soft reading nooks, and large oak tables, bathed in the gentle glow of reading lamps that cast a warm, inviting atmosphere. I took my seat in a secluded corner, surrounded by rows of ancient books, each whispering its own story. The library had always been a sanctuary for me, a place where I could lose myself in the world of words.