Novels Library Novels & Stories

"Can't sleep." We chose to stay the hideous part of the library. Honey loves to read novels. She's always lively whenever she finishes a book but she gets really sick and sleepy just by looking at academic papers. She loves the library not because of the academic books but because of the novels. She always want to stay here just so she can read the books in here. I didn't know that novels can be seen in thhe library until Honey showed me the shelf. "God! I wanna take your side but whatever girl," she sighed.

Some canvases were broken, as if in frustration. Next, I visited the library. Many of the books were old and hopelessly confusing. Most incomprehensible of all were the ritual books, which made up the bulk of his library. There were only a few novels, and judging by the dust, they hadn’t been touched in years. Evidently, Salem was not the sort of man who read for pleasure.

I looked around the large library on the fifteenth floor of the office. Two years I worked here, I never visited the library because of course work is more important. Besides being used as a display, this library is usually used for programmers who want to work in peace. If Big Man's secretary hadn't taken Rhysand and me to the library, I might have been the only employee who had never visited this room. I love reading. Reading novels. The first novel I read was by Louisa May Alcott; Little Woman, and then moved on to other feminist novels such as Handmaid's Tale and Pride and Prejudice—the book I'm holding right now.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

That way, she would never have the displeasure of hearing the name of Michael, Elisabeth or Aaron Vamcap again. Fortunately, there were more useful books there than she realized, since that place wasn't actually called a library for nothing. It was much larger than it looked, and among the huge collection of titles there were not only books on diverse subjects, but also a plethora of old novels, some in their first editions, which even made Rose a little more excited about the place, imagining that he could at least run away to read all that, while avoiding the Vamcaps... Or, at least, in the moments when Jullian allowed him to, so that his hideous presence wouldn't scare anyone.

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Ava scolded softly. Mrs. James chuckled lightly. “These novels from GoodNovel keep me sane from everything going on. And the stories on that site are really interesting. From page one, you wouldn’t even realize when you’ve reached page one hundred.” Ava shook her head helplessly. “How do you even get the books delivered to you?” “I subscribed to their membership. Every month, they send a delivery guy to bring one novel from my library,” she replied proudly. “So what are you reading?” Ava asked curiously.

“Looks like I’m not done surprising you yet. And yes. I can. My familiars can sense for spirits and can pull me back. But I need you to make sure nothing else tries to come after me.” Lucas’s jaw tenses. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” “Yes. I’ve been wanting to go look through the books for a while, actually. The Academy has an extensive library. It’s two-stories tall and has the most wonderful smell of old paper and fresh ink.” “It’s obvious why you own a bookstore.” “I do like books, though our store is full of mostly fiction. I love a good romance novel.” He runs his hand up and down my arm. “Why do you love romance novels so much?”

There are different sections and it is big enough for me to roam freely while riding a hoverboard. I immediately went to the novel section. I don’t actually like studying or reading academic sh*t– books. I at least passed without giving much effort but graduated with honors. Heh~ I’m not some bird-brain like Mirranda whose boobs are bigger than her brain. I rolled my eyes for the thoughts. Maybe even birds may get offended being compared to her. I slightly snickered. I looked at the novel’s present in the library. I frowned at the sight of romance novels that dominate the novel section’s shelves. I sighed and took a Sherlock Holmes book but turned it back and went to another shelf.

Some of them read multiple times judging by the cracking of the binding. History. Military strategy. Economics. Law. Psychology. Philosophy. One entire shelf of biographies of powerful men across different centuries and continents. And then something that surprised me. Fiction. A whole section of it tucked into the far corner like something private. Novels. Some of them old enough that the titles had faded. I pulled one out carefully. A Russian novel. Thick. Dense. The kind of book that required patience and silence and the willingness to sit inside discomfort for extended periods.