Northwestern Library Novels & Stories

For the first time in over a week, my day belonged entirely to Northbridge. After my morning lectures, I headed for the library with my laptop, camera, and a growing list of assignments I had been politely ignoring while my life revolved around Easton. The quiet was familiar, almost comforting. Nobody here cared about hockey statistics or feature articles. They cared about headlines, interviews, deadlines, and whether a photograph could tell a story before a caption ever had to.

"Good luck. Results in two weeks." I nodded, pocketing the receipt, and stepped back into the sunlight, phone buzzing in my pocket. Nolan: Third floor stacks. Northeast corner. Bring that filthy mouth. And hurry—I'm already hard thinking about you on your knees. Heat flooded me anew, a fresh ache blooming between my legs. I was already running, dodging students on the quad, my backpack thumping against my side. The library loomed ahead, a massive stone building with arched windows and the faint scent of old books wafting out as I pushed through the doors. The first floor was bustling—study groups whispering, printers whirring—but I headed straight for the stairs, taking them two at a time, p

POV: Sienna Rhodes The New York Public Library's special collections division closes at six on weekdays, which means I have been here since nine this morning and I have been given nine hours to find what I am looking for, which is either enough or not enough depending on whether what I am looking for wants to be found. I am looking for Helena Moreau Sterling. Not the person. The record of the practice.

JASMINE The North Wing library was nothing short of magnificent. Shelves of polished ebony wood stretched from floor to ceiling, cradling tomes that smelled of ink, dust, and time itself. Arched windows bathed the room in golden light, and the faint crackle of a fire from the hearth kept the chill at bay. If the north wing didn't have a library, I would've gone crazy. Lucien made sure we had no access to electricity. I'm very much sure that he doesn't want me to call daisy and warn her.

Rowan was not at the training yard the next morning. Lois led the drills alone. When Nyssa asked where the Alpha was, he said the Alpha was attending to pack business. Aria noticed the absence but said nothing. She sparred with Nyssa, took her laps, and tried not to look at the empty space where Rowan usually stood. The private library was in the north tower, behind a door that only Rowan opened. The room was small and windowless. Dust coated every surface. Shelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling, crammed with leather bound volumes and rolled scrolls and manuscripts so old their pages crumbled at the edges. A single lantern burned on the desk. It was his only source of light.

" I thanked her right away and headed towards the shelves. I scanned the shelves as I walked past them, making a silent promise to see them all. Turning to the northern wing, I noticed this part of the library was completely different from the other parts, it even smelled different. I sighed and began glancing through the books in search of a book with information on the latest alphas.

The people were writing their story at the Phoenix Center. The library at the Phoenix Center was like the heart of the building. It had arched windows that looked out at the North Slope. The green light from the vineyard poured in. Lit up the shelves. The shelves were filled with books about farming, old legal papers and handwritten notes about the soil. The air smelled like the cedar beams and the coffee that Sarah had brought from the Nairobi highlands.

Nina found me in the library. It was a beautiful room — floor-to-ceiling shelves, leather chairs, a fireplace that someone kept perpetually burning. I'd discovered it on day three and had been coming back ever since, working my way through the pack's history books. "Research?" Nina asked, settling into the chair across from me. "Trying to understand what I've gotten myself into." I held up the book I was reading — A History of the North American Packs, Volume III. "Did you know there are over two hundred packs in North America alone?"

When they entered the library, Ayla stopped breathing. It wasn’t her first time in a library. She spent time in the royal library of Myrthana. But the Royal Library of Nordmar was at least twice as big as the one in Myrthana. Shelf after shelf of books and more books, from the floor to the ceiling. Sofas and armchairs, tables and chairs were close to the bookshelves. Furs covered the floor, and magic crystals were placed around the library.