Library In Beverly Hills Novels & Stories

There’s nothing Brody Hughes’ crew likes more than kicking a scavenger when he’s down. As we enter the library, Mrs. Dee makes a point not to look in our direction. We return the favor and hustle for our table at the back in the 700-799 section—arts and recreation. After he plops down, Bevan reaches behind his chair and nabs a tin flask from our hidey hole behind Spiritual Landscaping. I tuck my backpack under my chair. Nia grabs three books from a shelf and passes them around. You can do whatever you want in study hall as long as you remain seated, look occupied, and leave Mrs. Dee alone to flirt with the high-ranking male postgrads.

On the fourth day, when Diro left for a business meeting and wouldn't be back until evening, Beverly made a decision that terrified and thrilled her at the same time. She was going to prove to herself that her beauty was real. Beverly crept through the mansion like a thief in her own home, checking every corner to make sure Irene wasn't lurking somewhere with her disapproving glare and sharp tongue. The coast was clear—Irene was at her weekly spa appointment, the staff was busy with their afternoon duties, and Beverly was alone with her dangerous plan. She slipped out of the house through the kitchen entrance and walked the six blocks to the nearest drugstore, her heart pounding with every s