My Little Library Books の小説・ストーリー

My hands skimmed the books stacked in the book shelves, and time ticked by painfully slow as I took Alpha Nolan's younger brother's advice and stayed inside the room. It had been over two hours since I slept and woke up on the white and gold bed, so I decided to take a look at all the books that were in the book shelves. The writing on the spines were mostly fading away, gathering dust as they had no use for the people who lived here. I admired some of the old classics and new books as my eyes wandered over every title. I had gathered a stack of books in my hand, picking the ones I wanted to read and taking them out. So far I had five books which were classics that I knew would peak my inter

James had no concept of indoor voice when he was performing. "This is the market." August was pointing at a cluster of blue blocks with the authority of a tiny city planner. "And this is the library. Libraries are important because they have books." "They are very important." Patricia was nodding seriously, cross-legged on my living room floor in her expensive slacks, not a single complaint about the carpet or the noise. "What kind of books do you like?" "All of them." August considered. "But mostly the ones about animals. And space. And animals in space."

he says in a sad voice, I get what he means if this place wasn't kink-friendly we'll all have to hide a big part of ourselves behind closed doors. I once read a story, it's called littles academy, a world where everyone is either sub or dom, and littles are regular and real things, I loved that book and the author is awesome. But sadly outside of this company walls showing my little self would be a big mistake people would judge and talk badly about you.

I do, His eyes are almost completely silver again. “Tell me something real,” he says quietly. “Something good.... I need to hear something good right now.” I think for a second, throat tight. “When I was little… maybe eight… I used to steal library books.” He blinks. “You...? A thief?” “Not steal steal,” I say, rolling my eyes even though they’re wet. “I’d check them out and never bring them back... I’d name them, Give them little personalities. So they wouldn’t feel lonely on my shelf.”

I watch amused as her forehead creases, she’s thinking hard and the smile as she takes the copy of Sam Wu is Not Afraid of Ghosts. “I like the cover.” Her eyes are bright and full of curiosity. “Thank you,” mouths the mother as the girl starts going through the illustrations on the back. “Say goodbye to Ms. Rebecca.” “Goodbye, and thank you, Ms. Rebecca.” She runs ahead clutching her new favorite toy for the next couple of days. My best customers these days are the small children that every other day for reading time. We sit in a circle and grab a few books to read out loud. Right now we are reading together Argh! There’s a Skeleton Inside You! and they are loving it. The children's section

I looked down to see a little girls of about five years staring at me with big brown eyes and her hair plaited into pigtails. "Excuse me miss," she said so politely "Do you sell barbie books in here? I want to buy a big collection for my friends and I,' she gave an exaggerated hand gesture when she said the word big. "No, I'm afraid not little miss. we don't have Barbie books in the library. You should check at the kiddies store a few meters away and I think you'll see some there," I responded to her with a downcast being sorry for not being able to give her what she wanted.

I get myself to the local library as the doors are opening. It’s almost deserted due to the early hour, quiet, and gloomy among the rows of old books and musty smelling paper. The little old librarian with white curly hair, rimmed spectacles, and flowery dress smiles at me warmly across the tables when I pass her by and leaves me to browse.

It was huge , I saw what looks like the front desk and a beautiful deamon manning it, I walked up to her just like your regular librarian and asked where I can get the The book of all truth THE GRITT and she immediately sat up in shock because apparently my being allowed in despite the library knowing what I really needed to see, she pointed me to the right direction and smiled as i made my way over to where she pointed a spring in my steps as I looked around me, I saw books from as low as feet to as high as the gates itself, it was all filled with different book and tiny creatures were cleaning and tending to them , they looked like goblins but not too sure about that because they have an a

My mom usually read to Rain and I at night but when we drifted apart, I just stopped reading. I walked into the library and was immediately assaulted by the rich smell of old books. I could not help be captivated as I looked at the endless rows upon rows of books all piled up high to the ceiling - and man was there a very high ceiling. There was a tall ladder to reach up to the top shelve. No wonder Adriana stays here all day! I began walking around, looking at the books in different categories. I kept walking, glancing around till I got to the part on ancient history. I was about to leave when I spotted a small cabinet, looking like a safe, and I walked up to it.

I winked at the teenagers at the front. "Every week the library will be stocked with new books, every fictional and non fictional, science , or art themed book you know where to search." I said and they all cheered. "So incase you are looking for a whole harry potter series in one place. You know where to run to!" Reynolds added and the entire place busted with applause. I cut the ribbon and the flash lights captured the moment. I took a couple of pictures with the children before they rushed inside the library. As i climbed the stairs. I saw a child and his mother. He looked familiar. Like i knew him somewhere.