Library In Beverly Hills Novels & Stories

“Let’s check the previous writings of Ness and then start writing about the camping.” “Okay,” he said and they started to read the previous posts. ### Two hours have passed since the post about camping in the jungle on social media. Becca was in the library, trying to find books on the vampires, but surprisingly she found no interesting and informative books on the subject. Almost as if someone checked out all the vampire-related books at once. Becca chuckled at that thought. After all, why would someone take all the vampire-related books at once? While looking for books, her cell-phone rang all of a sudden. She pulled it out of the pocket of her jeans and looked at the caller ID.

Her locker slammed shut. “She’s stealing everything,” she spat. “The looks, the attention—my spot.” Becca shifted uneasily. “Maybe you’re overreacting.” Rose’s glare could’ve cut glass. “I don’t overreact. I win. Tonight, she’ll regret ever stepping foot in this school.” Nobody argued. They’d seen what her “ideas” could do. The library was nearly empty by evening. Fluorescent lights hummed. The air felt heavy, like it was holding its breath.

CYNTHIA's P O V This morning while I was making my way up the stairs to return some books to the school library, scenes from the previous day were playing through my head. I couldn’t help the smile on my face as I recalled how I pretended not to understand what daddy means. Stupid, Julian! After ascending to the second floor to access the hallway leading to the library, I was stopped in my tracks by something. Melanie and Becca could be seen there having a conversation to one another while standing against the wall.

Beverly had gone to the bathroom. There was no one around – not even William. She took the liberty to look around. She had only been to the Hudson Estate a few times and most of those times she had been confined to the ballroom. She quietly and carefully walked down the hall. She found the den, but she didn’t linger there. It didn’t look very interesting. Beverly walked to a room she knew. The study. She had been in there twice. The first time was a few months ago when Trevor and Joanna had given her an exclusive interview on their nuptials. Beverly hadn’t had a chance to really look around. That room looked like it held some secrets. The second time had been when Beverly and Selena broke in

Brent’s birthday had finally arrived. However, many schedules went against Beverley’s expectations. She had planned to bake a special cake for him but had to fail. She needs to meet with a real estate agent to see the location of the cafe that Brent and Jace have chosen. Yes, the two men had chosen it because they were unsure of Beverley’s choices. It was in the prestigious Beverly Hills neighborhood. Beverley swallowed when she arrived. “Are those two guys crazy? The property prices here must be really expensive!” She grumbled as she turned off the engine.

Looking around the seemingly empty library, her green eyes caught sight of a group of three at a far off table in front of large windows. “Someone’s here!” Beryl snapped up when she saw Daryl point to a lady walk into the library. She looked stern and put-together. Gorgeous black hair was pulled up into an elegant bun; she had a sharp nose and blue eyes. Her dress portrayed a terrific figure and she walked confidently in tall heels. Walking into the massive library, she looked up to catch the two girls staring at her. She nodded, “Yes?” Beryl blinked before stepping forward as the lady walked up to them, “Hello, Professor... My friend and I have misplaced our Library Passes and were told...

Beep! Beep! “Two books?” a bespectacled stern lady asked from behind the counter as the jock searched for his seldom-used library card. Already, the middle-aged librarian could tell these books weren’t going to be read. If anything, they would be used as a ‘reference’ for ‘studying’. If the blushing girl beside the jock was any indication, the date idea was hers.

I suppose that was a good thing since I have been out of sorts for the first time even in my life. Fenris was STILL sleeping and I had a desperate craving for anything alcoholic, so I poured myself a generous amount of bourbon from my private collection and started a fire in the fire place with a snap of my finger, realizing I used magic and nothing has happened to my head I sighed with contentment. Checking my phone I noted the date it had been weeks since Leo asked if Bec could use my expansive library but I never once herd back if she found what she was looking for. Checking my security cameras I watched as she and Leo moved threw out my home not missing how mesmerized she had been when s

Today, he’d upped the stakes. Mid-morning, an email: Subject: Research Session – Main Library, 2:00 p.m.** Miss Harper, Meet me on the sixth floor, east stacks, section PR4600–PR4699; Victorian novels. Come prepared to work. Wear a black skirt. No panties. —L. Vale Her stomach flipped as she read it in the graduate lounge. No panties. In the library. She should refuse. This was beyond risky—campus security cameras, other students, professors who knew them both.

on a quiet residential stretch of North Crescent, got out drifted aimlessly without a plan. He was too numb to rea trian than as a driver of a stolen BMW. Some period of ti pass three-dimensional white script letters popping out. riod of time e sign with Some passed. He found himself staring at a chartreuse sign with The Beverly Hills Hotel. He looked up at a pink confection of a building set back in a verdant garden. He found himself walking up the drive wandering into Reception, asking what rooms they had, and