Library In Beverly Hills Novels & Stories

It didn’t wash the heaviness away, but it helped me breathe. The intercom buzzed suddenly, making me jump. My heart raced as if I’d been caught doing something wrong. “This is Elara,” I said softly. “Elara, it’s me. Layla. Please, can I come up?” I hesitated for a full ten seconds before I pressed the button. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Layla swept in like a storm dressed in beige silk. Her hair was perfect, as usual, and she smelled like expensive roses. She was the kind of woman who treated weddings like Olympic events.

“Here, you’ll find half the school pretending to study on the lawn during exam week.” “There’s a lawn?” Milo asked, looking around. “There!” She pointed. Students lounged in groups, some playing Frisbee, others lying on blankets reading or talking. “It feels like a mini town square,” I added. “That’s the idea,” Ava said proudly. “It’s where everything meets; arts, sciences, drama, gossip, heartbreak…you name it.” We continued walking, cutting through a stone path that curved behind the auditorium. “Next…The Library of Hills.” Ava spread her hands as we approached the tall, modern building made of glass panels that reflected the sky. “This is where your soul will stay for the next four years.

Beverly’s P.O.V ____________ It didn’t take up to fifteen minutes before I finally arrived at the warehouse area on Mills street. I slowed down on getting closer to the third one as not to make so much noise. The sun was quickly setting but to me, time was frozen. I couldn’t lose Belle…. I parked beside the second and used foot to reach the third. I’d already made up my mind…. I was going to dispose of Laura then Trevor and find a way to end this stupid ass game!

CHERRY’S POV The library in the East Wing was a tomb of expensive leather and silent secrets. I was curled in an oversized velvet armchair, the kind that made me feel small and insignificant, trying to focus on a book about estate law. Jasmine had jokingly called it my "New Bible," but the words were just black ants crawling across the page. My mind was elsewhere stuck on the heavy, possessive way Adrian had looked at me this morning, and the cold, miles-long distance he had put between us since.

Even though they paid for the drink, it was such a comfort to have one predictable thing in their life when everything else seemed to change at a moment's notice. "That's not a bad idea," Ellie agreed and they walked slowly toward the library. "I wonder if the librarian has a suggestion." "Probably. She always does," Amanda said with a snort. Ellie chuckled lightly, remembering last week when she and Amanda had gone in to get a couple of books for research and left with a stack of twenty between them. The librarian, Mrs. Beech, had a suggestion for everything. "Did you ever read that book she suggested? The one about the legends?" Ellie asked Amanda. Amanda had taken the book first and Ellie

She can see that it was on purpose for the couch to be sitting next to the window for the maximum lighting as her mother knew that she would love to be there and just read her books. "Becca, are you in here, darling?" Her mother, Lady Georgia Davis, called after her daughter before she stepped into the library that Becca loved to spend her time here. Lady Georgia was known to be the diamond of the rough when she debuted during her 18th birthday and had caught the attention of the aristocrats but her decision to marry Becca's father, Lord Matthew Davis had quite stirred the Gossipers of the scandal.

I already knew they were true. Still, something tightened in my chest. I shrugged like it didn’t matter. “Exactly.” For a second neither of us said anything. Then Beckett exhaled sharply and dragged a hand through his hair. “Library. Four o’clock.” “Still not a question.” “No.” His gaze held mine. “It isn’t.” God, he was annoying. I should’ve told him no. Instead, I muttered, “Fine.” Then I walked away before I could change my mind. ⸻

“So we accidentally do not perform them.” “Some logic you have, Daphne.” I shook my head at her, but I had to admit, even I was intrigued at this point. “Let’s get going before someone sees us.” “Yep!” Daphne clapped her hands together. “I knew you would understand my thirst for knowledge, Flora! Let’s go!” Thirst for knowledge? I found myself impressed by Daphne’s own explanation of her nosiness, and found myself following her willingly. Lindersay Library was possibly the biggest library on ancient documents and Moon rituals; however, most of these documents were also classified and reserved only for the Alpha, the Shrine Maiden and some high ranking soldiers. But that didn’t mean we didn’t

I had a lot of stares from the pack and a lot of heads being nodded in my direction. “They bow to the queen of the south!” echoed forcibly in my head. “OKKKKKKK. Let’s rein that ego in.” My wolf huffed in reply but did no such thing, if anything she puffed out her chest more just to annoy me. I inwardly groaned. Today was going to be a challenge in more ways than one. The library doors were a light oak wood with glass panels that had intricate floral designs of green and gold inlaid onto them. They were beautiful and as Becca went in I stayed and ran my finger over all the intricate details.

(Lena POV) Becca found me in the library. She came in faster than usual, without her book, and sat down on the floor in her spot between the shelves with the particular energy of someone carrying information they hadn't fully processed yet. "Can I tell you something," she said. "Yes." "I wasn't supposed to hear it." "Tell me anyway."