Love In A Library Novels & Stories

He was very happy and eager at the same time as he sat on one of the library seats waiting for his best friend. He suddenly has a changed of expression and became worried instantly. “What sort of gift would make Kabir choose such a quiet place?” He asked himself curiously. The library is very much dissertation, there were no students because it is the last day of school; everyone was done with their papers and are heading home already. He was still sitting on the seat thinking when he heard footsteps from behind him. He was about turning when the person grabbed him tightly from behind.

(Vivienne) There was only one thing I loved in my life and that was being in a library. This was one of my favorite things to do and reading nonstop was my game. Other than playing basketball all the time, I loved a quiet place at the library or school surrounded by books. Hence once I sneaked inside the library of a school I didn't go to. I smiled like a kid given her favorite candy as I went through each lane searching for all the books I wanted but we didn't have at my school. There was a big difference between these private schools which had so many advanced things and my school. This school was on top in the city. The tears and the facility were great hence I took almost every book I ca

A lot of people found my obsession with books weird and I guess I expected the same annoying reaction from everybody. Mr Lawson smiled at me in the mirror but didn't say anything. It was his wife who said, "Oh, he loves books. " she explained, "He even has a library full of them at home. You should see it. It's every reader's dream. " she smiled fondly at her husband, the love in her eyes, unmistakable. I looked away, suddenly feeling like I was intruding on a private moment. Love was a confusing concept to me. It made me feel weird and I did my absolute best to stay as far away from that topic as I could.

“Romance novel huh? I wouldn't have guessed that. Is it about a detective and a vampire?” He laughed as he answered, “Not yet. It's more like a forbidden love between a god of the underworld and a goddess of light.” “Wow, how did you think of that?” She asked with utter amazement. “I love to live vicariously through my characters, so I just sort of pictured myself as a god of the underworld and hoped that someday I would meet my goddess of light.” He answered, his eyes twinkling as he stared at her. The way he stared at her made her cheeks flush. “So… have you met your goddess of light?” She asked shyly.

I’m never like this, I don’t care about others then why her? When we arrived at the cemetery, I was stunned, I didn’t expect her to come to the cemetery. Was that the reason why she was whimpering? And with the way she looked at me today, the tears and pain I saw in her eyes made me wonder if that’s how it feels when you lose someone you love. I have never loved before so I don’t know how it feels. I canceled my plans and drove back to the cemetery, I can’t leave her alone at least not when she’s all sad. When I got there, I saw her seated in front of a grave that says ‘AMELIA IAN SINCLAIR

Theodore laughed nervously. "So, what is the main reason for you bringing me here then?" Joseph asked. "You see, these yellow dandelions represent hope, love, and happiness. And since this is our third data, it's finally time for you to decide about me and about us," Theodore sounded nervous, "And I wanted you to ell your decision with your whole heart. Just like these yellow dandelions mean hope, love, and happiness, in the same way, I've brought you here with the hope of our love blooming and us leading into a path full of happiness. Though sometimes our path might be filled with thorns, with all my might, I will destroy them. I just want a sign of yes from you, angel, and I'll show you ho

I decide to go to the one place that won't upset me. The library. I'm sure no couple is all hands on each other. Not with the black-hearted witch, Ms Spinster, in charge. **** It's just LOVE LOVE everywhere! It's honestly making me sick because I'm a little jealous. Even as I walk to the bus station, red flowers and red balloons are all over with couples cuddling and all. I'm glad when I get to Trent's house.

Love never fails. While lust is about getting what we want, love is about seeing another person become the best they can be. While lust is about finding satisfaction, love is about bringing satisfaction to another. Romantic moments are different than sexual encounters, although both can be intertwined. A romantic moment would be someone picking a wildflower and tucking it behind someone’s ear. Reaching for someone’s hand in a movie theater or holding their hand a little too long when helping them from a carriage. It could be a tentative first kiss, or sketching a portrait, or reading a line from a love poem. Eyes lock across a crowded room, or someone is doing dishes and their partner sneaks

Killian pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. "Sweetheart, I will wait as long as long as it takes. I will prove to you. I'll never break your heart ever." They walked into the house together. Lucy felt oddly safe and comfortable in his arms. Axel and Maddox were lost in ancient scrolls when they walked in. Liza was busy fixing some tea, and Benjamin was scowling in his armchair. "How long are your thugs going to be rummaging around in the library." "Oh Ben, calm yourself. They are only trying to help Lanie. Axel is Lanie's mate. He will be Alpha soon enough, and that will be his lounger." Liza giggled to herself.

I wince and move it a few inches away before bringing it back to my ear. "Troy are you there?" She calls again and I nod like she can see me. "Yes Rachel,I'm here." I say and resume walking out of the school. My foot slightly nudges a small book on the floor and I carefully study it before bending to pick it up. The word 'Diary' is printed in a bright, colourful pink on the book and I groan. It must have fallen out of the mysterous girl's open school bag.