Lucius Beebe Library Novels & Stories

Lucius asked her, tapping the stacks of books in front of him, to which Stefanie just nodded her head in response. Lucius then turned to me. “Do you know where the archive section is?” “Yes,” I answered, my brows furrowing. “Do you want us to fix this so we have something to do while we wait?” “Oh, if Patrea is okay with that, be my guest! I’d been doing all this kind of thing the whole day. My eyeballs were coming out of my eye sockets already.” “Yes, of course. We can do that.” I told her as I chuckled softly at her exaggerated response.

‘Where are we goin’? ‘To get some perspective,’ the librarian called back. Maud watched the tea dripping onto the cream carpet. ‘A cloth might’ve been a better bet,’ she smiled grimly before following her friend downstairs. *** ‘When I was your age, my mother would bake cookies that were as big as your head,’ Miller said staring across the yard. Sinking into a beaten-up brown sofa on Miller’s back porch Lucas felt rested and at peace. The Beatrice and Marcus issue didn’t seem that big a deal to him anymore. He didn’t question this new outlook.

I would be fine. I made it to the library without any delay, then began grabbing books that looked interesting. “Finding everything okay?” the librarian, Beatrice, asked as I was picking. Beatrice was a small, soft-spoken omega who always had a small smile on her face. I forced a smile. “Yeah, I just needed to get new books. I’ve finished the ones I got before.” She tapped a finger on her chin thoughtfully. “Try those ones over there. They are quite interesting.” She advised.

“Is there?” I pushed the library door open. Lucius sat in his usual spot by the window, a book open on his lap, looking every bit the man who had been there for hours and intended to stay for several more. He glanced up as I entered. His expression remained unchanged, which meant he'd either heard me coming or had simply expected me. Probably both. "There is absolutely no way," I declared, stopping in the middle of the room and holding up the folded paper, "that this makes sense."

He was talking about his memoirs, but the sheer, raw intimacy in his voice made it sound like he was offering her his entire existence. Before she could process the sudden tightness in her throat, Lucian turned back toward the end of the gallery, his dark silk coat cutting through the shadows. "Come. The library awaits, and you have a great deal of history to capture." Rebecca blinked away the daze settling over her mind, quickly pressing the charcoal pencil to the paper to jot down a quick, shaky diagram of the fourteenth-century archway they were passing beneath. Her fingers were trembling, but as they walked out of the gallery and toward the heavy, brass-reinforced doors of the library, s

The library was one of her safe zones, so she stayed within the lines. Inside, the library was crowded with students cramming for midterms. Lucy didn't go to her usual desk. Instead, she headed for the bank of public computers near the reference desk. These machines were old and slow, used mostly for looking up book locations in the archives. She sat down at a terminal in the middle of a row. She opened a browser and logged into a email account she rarely used. She began to type a message to Jonathan’s email. "I found the books you asked for in the basement archives, Section 4-B. I will be there at 4:00 PM today to look at the old records. I need help understanding the data."

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. ⸻

“That’s enough history for one night.” We all turned. Lucius stood in the archway of the library, his arms crossed over his chest. His dark coat made him look like a shadow that had detached itself from the wall. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were fixed on me. How long had he been standing there, listening? Janet and Desmond immediately straightened up. Even Jack, who had seemed so relaxed, now stood at attention. The shift in atmosphere was instant. “She needs to get to her room,” Lucius stated, his voice leaving no room for argument. He glanced at the others. “I’ll take her from here.”

Each day brought them closer to a confrontation with the Lycans and luciu knew it. Rey and Lucius stood before the grand doors of the Royal library, their hearts filled with anticipation. The Alpha King had entrusted them with a secret mission, granting them access to the realm's most guarded knowledge. They were to delve into the depths of the library's ancient texts, seeking information about Lycans, black magic, and the enigmatic Black Beast that haunted their realm. As the doors swung open, revealing the vast expanse of the library, Rey and Lucius stepped inside, feeling a sense of awe wash over them. Countless shelves lined with weathered books and scrolls stretched into the distance, p

A few minutes later, the cab pulled up in front of him and he entered and they drove off. The next location was at the center of London and it was a library, Eva told him that the Bratva has a secret building under the library and he stays there often. When they got there, Lucius got out and walked to the door and entered, it was a relatively small library and few teenage girls were at some table reading. As he walked past them, he heard one say to her that he looked like a mafia boss that was in the story she was reading now.