Noble Library Hours Novels & Stories

A sense of awe welled up in Shirley's heart, and she didn't even dare to measure the value of these vast collections with money. Mr. Moore proudly introduced, "This is just one library of the Moore family. The real, larger library is underground, and those books are not open to the public. Those books are all priceless treasures left by our ancestors. And with 24-hour infrared monitoring to ensure the security of the books. This library is semi-public to members of the family, so anyone with proper identification can access it." Shirley, upon hearing this, felt even more admiration and appreciation. She felt that her visit here today was truly worthwhile.

Chapter 68 - Symbolized By This Ring Antheia’s POV I helped in cleaning the bookshelves that are not being used at the moment. At this time of the day, there are already people who are coming in and out of the library building, doing their tasks, borrowing books, and staying inside to have a more peaceful environment to study in. After meeting Tanya’s daughter Timmy, I also met the other workers here in the library and learned their names. And that meet and greet and a bit of chit chat lasted for like two hours or so because by the time that we had actually started to get to work then it was already past 11 AM, and in the next hour we will have our lunch break again.

Meanwhile she giggled at Helga’s bashful expression, remembering the times she left burn rings on the table thanks to melting the pot and almost splashing the books with her potions. “I know” Helga sighed at their comments. “So when should we go?” Mordred asked catching their attention. “Around night should be good” Skye replied earning him a frown from Merlia. “But by that time the library will be closed, we can’t just sneak in we’ll get caught” Merlia warned as Mordred placed a hand to his chin. “What if we ask him if we can stay behind to study?” Helga asked with a curious look. “The restricted section will be locked even if we ask, it’s a massive no” Anberine said while shaking her head.

She begged and he sat down, she sat on his lap and cleared her throat. “So, what do you want to know?” She asked with a smile and Draven stared at her for a few seconds before turning to the blueprints. “Why did you say I will get caught according to that plan?” He asked and she smiled before turning to the prints. “Okay, pay attention. The first thing you should know about Mr Harrison’s Noble’s Building is that it looks huge on the outside but inside it is not. He only opens it twice a week. Firstly, a day for the cleaning of the building by his most trusted workers and secondly, the day he sells some of his jewels. There are only certain people he lets into this building for the purchase.”

The sunlight coming in through the large windows made the library bright. "Can I borrow a book from here? You must have a lot of books on design, right?" Nathalie asked with interest. "Of course, Nate. This house will be your residence, so you are free to do whatever you want," Nicholas said. "Once a month, there will be a special officer that I hire to clean this library. Clean and check all the books and fix any damaged books." Money can make you do anything, Nathalie said to herself. She had never heard of someone hiring a special staff for a home library. Well, this wasn't really a home either.

Every shift in my chair reminded me of his fingers, the cool pen, the way he’d edged me until I was begging and then stopped. I didn’t even change. Just grabbed my bag and went same short skirt, same thin blouse, panties still missing because I knew he’d check. The library was open until 10 p.m. for grad students, but special collections was quieter. I swiped my card at the gate, heart pounding as the door beeped. The room was dim, green banker lamps glowing on the long tables, shelves towering high with rare books behind glass. A couple of students were at the front, heads down, but the back corner was empty.

"Because you've spent the morning being told things you did not need to be told by people who did not need to tell you. I thought you might appreciate being told one true thing by a person who hasn't lied to you yet." I stopped in front of him. "What's the true thing?" "There is a library on the second floor of this wing. The door is the third on the right at the top of the staircase behind me. The door is not locked. It has not been locked in seventy years." "And?" "And the current head of the lower kitchens won't enter that library because the books are above her station. The current head of the great hall won't stop you at the door because the library is not his to the police. The current

The late evening shadows stretched long across the city skyline, the golden hour light fading into a dim, solemn hue as the sun dipped behind the horizon. Inside the Voltaire penthouse, the silence was thick, almost reverent, like the calm before a coming storm. In the vast library, Nirvana sat cross-legged on the Persian rug, a single brass lamp casting a warm halo over the red ledger opened before her. The soft ticking of the antique clock on the wall was the only sound that filled the room.

It was a very large building,the walls were decorated with diamonds ,the ceiling itself was another sight to behold. Pooja suddenly slapped my head. "Ouch,what was that for?" "Are you here to admire this place or find a book?" I blinked. "That's right" Pooja walked on. "By this time,the librarian is always asleep by this hour,she sleeps for an hour or forty minutes. The guards at the entrance will be away for the next forty minutes, approximately we have only forty minutes to find this book and slip back out the way we came" I looked at her. "How do you know all this"