Love In A Library Novels & Stories

The dishonesty thrummed under my voice: I was remembering our never-quite-a-kiss, the tightness of his fingers against the shoulders of my sweater, our foreheads colliding in the library. He politely bid me and his mom goodbye and off to work he went. "I'm going to the library," I said to her. "Try to rest." She put down the teacup and said softly. "Thank you, dear." I went into the library and was drawn by the stillness of the library. Lanterns on handcrafted tables illuminate oases of light over the rows of leather-covered books. I found my favorite armchair, the one beneath the high east window, and started a novel of sweet sorrow and new beginnings.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Romano, we have a library. Would you like to have a look?" My eyes sparkled up with excitement just by hearing the word Library. I love reading fictional books and that is the reason why I am a hopeless romantic girl stuck in his cruel dark world of mafias. I nodded my head vigorously. "Yes, of course!" He led me towards the library room and my jaw dropped. It was an old library designed nothing to match with the aesthetic of the party going downstairs.

Since that's the only other place she knows the road to. I kept on walking for a while my mind drifting off to when she shouted I love you, and I swear I felt my heart in my throat when I heard her. She can't love me, I don't have it in me to love anyone back... I tried the first time but it was all in vain. It was terrible actually, it ended like a fireworks show. Jade, just the thought of her name made my jaw clenched and unclenched unknowingly. That bitch, I trusted her with my life, but she came back to bite my fucking ass hard ripping off my heart in the process...

When we got to the library,I went inside and she looked at me suspiciously. Girl chill it’s just a library. I nodded my head in disappointment,well what did I expect? Everybody is on high alert especially after I escaped before. I went inside the library and took out romantic books to read. Even if my life is not the best, at least I can read some romance books. After taking what I needed from the library, I went back to his room and sat on his bed and began my journey on reading these books. Few hours later, I was already halfway through reading the book when I heard a soft knock on the door. I stood up from the bed and went to check who it was and when I opened the door, I saw the same ma

"The thing about being loved by the right person is that it doesn't feel like anything you were warned about. It feels like finally exhaling." KIVA POV. For a second I could only stare at him. Fabian stood near the library doors holding a bouquet of white lilies and dark red roses in one hand while the other rested loosely by his side. He looked completely out of place in the quiet library, too big for the room somehow, too warm for a place that had always felt cold to me, but the moment I saw him, something inside my chest loosened.

She bit her lip, her hips grinding against him as she felt the first stirrings of desire building within her once more. And so it went, the two lovers lost in their passion, their bodies entwined in the dimly lit library. The bookshelves bore witness to their lovemaking, the books themselves trembling on their shelves as the couple's moans and cries of pleasure echoed through the empty stacks. It was only when the library door creaked open that they finally broke apart, their hearts pounding as they quickly righted their clothes. Hermione's face flushed with embarrassment as she realized that they had been caught, but Viktor simply grinned, his arm wrapping around her waist as he pulled her

rumors of a traveling circus soon to be established close to the Hudson the latest Parisian fashions and the political scandals roiling Albany. While Eleanor would have liked to talk about the books she was reading in secret Shelleys poetry or Mrs. Dot Radcliffes gothic stories she was aware that these subjects were unsuitable for a young woman. Thus she had played an awkward waltz on the piano to the guests tepid applause listened courteously and smiled when appropriate. She snapped out of her reverie when she heard a creak behind her. She came to a complete stop her heart racing and slowly turned around. Everyone was gone from the street except for an old newspaper that was being pushed b

“I used to think that love was nothing more than a fairy tale—something other people read about in books. But then I met you, and everything changed. You made me see that true love isn’t flawless; it’s forged in fire and tempered by pain. And I wouldn’t trade that for anything.” Sophia sighed, feeling the truth of his words resonate within her. “I was so afraid—afraid of trusting you, of being vulnerable. But you taught me that sometimes the greatest strength lies in letting go of that fear.” He kissed the top of her head gently. “And I learned that opening up isn’t a weakness. It’s the courage to be real.” Their words hung in the air, a delicate promise that the past no longer defined them.

she says, pointing to the both of us on the floor, exposed before each other and not ashamed, "this is only the beginning, is only a fraction of how much I want you because I want you desperately." She waits for me to respond now, stopping her confession and wanting me to say my own part. I want to reassure her, to tell her that I love her too, but I can't find the words. I had forgotten just for a brief moment some while ago, but now the killer lady appears in my mind again, looming over me and making my heart bleed.

And definitely, it was not she expected at all, since she disliked the man since her high school days. "You must get used to it, Liv," anito. "I am one to give many compliments to my girl. And also, my love language is touch. So I think, you would have to find ways to adjust to that." Napatango siya. "Don't worry. I got it." "You do?" anito na nakalapit na sa kanya. Napatigil naman siya nang biglang hinawi nito ang buhok niya at inipit sa tenga niya.