Library Books Category Novels & Stories

“No. The only difference is this: who chooses to rise, and who chooses to give up. And I won’t let you be the one who gives up.” After we finished at the café, I thought Liam would finally take me home. But no he led me upstairs, to a large bookstore. The shelves towered high. I stopped at the entrance, staring at the sign that clearly read Medical & Science Section. “Liam, don’t tell me...” “You need this.” Before I could protest, he was already walking in. I followed reluctantly, half wanting to run away. He stopped at a shelf crammed with thick books, blue, black, and green covers. He pulled out a large volume and placed it in my hands.

Kai walked off toward Ms Leta who was still busy reading her book, probably to speak to her about something. Clarissa didn’t follow him as she was drawn to the shelves already. She walked through the rows as her fingers brushed along the books gently. Most of the books had thick covers. “Pattern Drafting Vol 1,”Clarissa read the book titles in a low tone as her eyes wandered to find the one she wanted. “History of Fabric Dyeing, Creative Sketching 101.” She moved down the aisles, her eyes still scanning the books. Some were old while others looked rather new.

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

And then there are books I’ve never even heard of, their spines there telling me that something amazing awaits inside of them. A smile creeps onto my face as I notice the careful arrangement. The books are organised into categories that reveal an understanding of my interests I never thought anyone could possess. I glance at Chase, whose playful grin matches my own. “We figured we would organise it for you,” Chase says, his tone light-hearted as he gestures towards the shelves. “Here’s your alien collection. Over here, we’ve got your ghosts, demons, and other supernatural stuff. And this section is dedicated to mafia and motorcycle stories. Should I keep going?”

I chuckle as he sits down on one of the rickety chairs that looks like it has seen better days. “This here.” I say at the wooden box of small drawers. “This is what libraries used to use to catalog their books. It is a filling system to help either find what you are looking for or to put books away. The books spine would have the letters connecting it to the catalog card.” I say as he gives me a weird look. “Sounds complicated.” I chuckle a little and shake my head. “Not really, it’s just like the one you use on your phone. This one is just in paper index card form.” I say as I glance at him.

**Elizabeth's POV** * I waited for Brandon's rant and scolding, but he did not do it. He just fished a few books out of the drawer, tossed them to me, and went back to sleep. I took several deep breaths before I picked up the books. They were not textbooks. They were obviously checked out from the library. Not everyone has the right to enter the library. Because many books in the library are confidential. And the three books Brandon gave me were World Geography, Warrior Combat Skills, and Medicine Encyclopedia.

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“He’s a dragon, but he’s also a handsome boy. But his brother’s even more handsome, and he’s an even bigger dragon!” Apparently, teenage girls liked shitty books no matter which world you happened to be in. The library wasn’t particularly big, about the size of a large living room, but the walls were covered in shelves, and each shelf was full of books. I skimmed the spines looking for any interesting titles. “When I said books about magic, I meant books that teach you how to do magic, not silly stories for little girls.”

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Whatever lurked in the shadows could wait—I wasn’t leaving without what I came for. Ignoring the gnawing tension in my gut, I moved deeper into the rows of towering shelves. The farther I walked, the more overwhelming the task became. So many books. Too many categories. It felt as though I was searching for a needle in a hay sack. Thirty minutes later, I was deep into the library. My breath hitched in my throat when I finally found the category for prophecies and premonitions. It was huge. Biting my lower lip, I crouched, starting from the bottom of the first shelf.