Little Dixie Library Novels & Stories

At first it was just freelancing but then one of my teachers encouraged me to be an author so i tried online novel writing. didn't had luck at first but after few tries my novels took off the ground. "i actually well accidentally saw you updating one of your novels in library. i thought i was mistaken so i asked you" Okay the library is off the list of updating places "Sir can you please..." "I swear to the wings of honesty i won't let your secret out" i burst out laughing at his swear. "Hey...i am a loyal and die heart fan of your werewolf series ."

In the passenger seat sat Winnie, her makeup flawless. Tristan's gaze flicked past me, not stopping for even a beat, as if I were just some random stranger. He yanked the car door open and strode straight into the clubhouse. I had no idea how much time had passed. Cold sweat was pouring down my face, and I was about to pass out when the clubhouse doors finally swung open again. Tristan walked out with two bottles of whiskey dangling from his hand. The instant he saw me still standing there with my head down, his brow tightened.

he gave me a small smile and I nodded in return. I left him sitting on the floor, at the encyclopedia corner. We both knew what our goal was, we were not going to stop until we completed it. I guess there was something in common between Beta and Iota after all, their drive. I headed toward the Literature corner, searching for books at the isle of fiction. Our library follows the Dewey Decimal System, so I headed towards CAN. There were four shelves of books dedicated to authors with the surname starting with CAN. I heard myself sigh; this was going to be such a long search.

the old man asked, sweeping his hands over the two desks. After taking their seats, the old man introduced himself as Library Master Buckins, before pushing his glasses back up his nose and proceeded to tell them information about the library, who built it, how many books currently reside on its shelves, soon an hour had gone by and Master Buckins was still telling stories about the library, Rex felt his eye lids getting heavy. “Rex, wake up, want to sneak off and go look at the beast market? I heard they have some rare catches today” Lacey whispered, nudging Rex.

The motor sounded like it was something straight out of a movie and as Liam pulled out, I found myself giggling. It was a short drive to town hall and the library archive. I'd never been inside the old brick building, but always thought it was cool. Huge white pillars flanked the entrance, the cliché clock ticking away at the pinnacle. The main library, a more modern, concrete structure, stood across the street. But Liam informed me the information I needed was in the older stacks, still housed on the second floor of the municipal building. It felt so small town USA my mood stayed happy until we passed through the main doors.

"Yeah. Why?" "There's a library downtown hiring part-timers," he said, sliding a glass of water toward me. "Pay isn't amazing, but it's steady. Quiet. Better than dealing with creeps." Zoe snorted. "Chelsea at a library? She'd alphabetize the shelves by how many dollar signs each book could earn." I gave her my best 'you're not funny' glare, but a small laugh slipped out anyway. Alex shrugged. "It's there if you want it."

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Michael, the boy from the drama club at school, dragged a chair close to me. "Hey, pumpkin. What's popping?" He was one of those guys who asked me out, but I turned him down. Good thing I did because I heard a rumor his dick is quite small, and I'm not trying to settle for less. Well, I guess that's ironic because the big dick is nowhere to be seen, not to talk of the small one. I've had none, not even seen one. Or am I just looking for an excuse to make fun of him since my heart already belongs to someone else?

Throwing on a shirt and jeans, I slipped out of the room and made my way downstairs. The locals had pointed out a small library in town, and I figured it was worth checking out. If there was anything recorded about past vampire attacks or the use of white oak, this would be the place to find it. The library was quiet when I arrived, the scent of old books and polished wood filling the air. Rows upon rows of shelves lined the space, and only a few people were inside, hunched over desks, reading. I made my way to the back, scanning the spines of books for anything useful.

Elizabeth could not concentrate in class, well nothing much was done today since it was just an admission week, so she decided to go to the library, Caro and Kyle were called to the teacher’s office, maybe that would be a little bit better for her, she could pass time with books, without telling Caro or Kyle – She walked into the library, after about 25 minutes of settling down in the library trying to escape the torture of Shakar, she tried drafting down a couple of lines as she loved writing, she never did anything official, they were just bunch of words that she used to pass the time, not even her mother knew about this habit. As she concentrated on what she was working on she couldn't he

Chapter – 0007 Damon POV The library was nearly deserted at 10:30 p.m. on a Thursday. Only the desperate and the sleepless remained. I’d come here to dig through old newspaper archives on Professor Lang’s “suicide,” but my mind kept drifting back to Lila. I was scanning microfiche when I heard footsteps. Soft and familiar. Then her scent. Lila appeared at the end of the row, wearing an oversized hoodie and tiny shorts that made her legs look endless.