Lucius Beebe Library Novels & Stories

The library was huge, stretching two stories, filled with rare leather-bound volumes and banned books that I was amazed to see were in existence. I started at the bottom shelf, my fingers running over the spines. Observing everything. I was looking for anything related to fire, old records, or criminal history. Anything to connect the phoenix pendant to the men who killed my parents. An hour into the work, the library door opened, and Lucian walked in. He looked even more severe than yesterday, his face pale and drawn. He was holding a stack of files and moved with a careful, almost stiff slowness. "Elara." He didn't ask what I was doing; he clearly knew. "You're still here."

Then he turned to face me so I looked up and saw a pair of rounded doe eyes looking at me with nothing but dull in them. It's Lucas, the young man librarian who works at the library two blocks away from this coffee shop. He's our regular customer and always requests for the same cup of cappuccino. I'm actually amazed that he never missed a single day of dropping by in this shop to have his cup of coffee.

The Lord asked to see Beatrice laugh. "Who I'm I Milord to tell you to stay when you have a lot of work to do? Please hurry up as go lest you say I made you stay longer than you wanted to." He nodded, walking past her to leave the church. When Beatrice was such that he has left the church completely, she hurried to Father Jude. "Father do you have a library here in the church?" She asked to see the man nod. "Can I take a look at it?" "The books are only for the witches. It is a pile of dust that you.."

"The ultimate Thorne dream. My father wanted to own the world, but your father found a way to make the world owe him for its own survival." They reached the doors of the Great Library. The massive oak portals were etched with the Thorne crest, but they were standing wide open. Inside, the scent of old paper and expensive tobacco was overwhelmed by the metallic tang of ozone. Standing in the center of the room, bathed in the blue light of a floor-integrated terminal, was Beatrice. She wasn't looking at the screens. She was looking at a small, red crayon drawing of a house that Leo must have left on the table.

or the urge to impress him. "Maybe... but shouldn't you take your own advice?" Demitri asked, smirking. "What?" Becca asked, hoping to clarify. "You're telling me to switch it up, and you're making fun of the library, but you either stay for track or go home. You don't have many other clubs right now, why don't you stay at the library for a bit after school?" Demitri inquired. "What would I do? You know I finish my homework at lunch and do my studying at home alone." Becca whined. She says that, but really she just studies using emarassing methods that seem to work. Can't really study in your underwear at the public library.