Queens Library Locations Novels & Stories

I'm starting a new novel! I'm so excited to share with you guys the other novel I've been plotting lately. Queen Of Ace What is this novel all about? =If you haven't read my first novel, His Fragile Flame, I uploaded in this app, this is only "a part" of it but can be read as "stand-alone". This story was written in different character's perspective and her back story before His Fragile Flame. You don't have to read the first book to understand this novel, and I think it's better if you read this before that because HFF has spoilers.

"Ok so if you want the downlow on parties and such I'm your girl. Also we have a study group that meets three times a week in the library if you want to join." "That would be great. I could use the help easing into everything." By the end of the class Heather had written down her number for me and also what time to meet her and the others at tonight. I walked out and practically ran into someone making me drop my books. "What the fuck? Watch where your going." When I looked up I let a sharp breath exhale from my lungs.

I admitted. “Do you want me to get Luthias?” she asked, impatiently. “It’s not that,” I said. “It’s the fact that there is a group of people standing right outside waiting for us to do this.” “Everyone can leave now,” she called out. “Our vampire queen is shy.” “Thanks a lot,” I said, sarcastically. “Anytime,” she giggled. After a moment of listening she whispered, “They’ve left. Shall we get on with this?”

You know my interview is pending so I want to be well prepared. " Yes and what does that means." " I have to buy some books you know to improve my vocab and all.So is there a library near by ? " " Yes there is one down the lane." " How far ? " " Not much." ~~~ John drove to the library.And guess what ! it was the same library Lily was in.Isn't it strange that you keep crossing paths with people that you want to avoid ?...... John parked outside the library. " John you go in"I have a call to make.I will catch up with you."

I had enough drama in my life already and the supernatural world was overwhelming, everything was new to me, wolves, vamps, witches, and who knows what more. "We should start from the main door I think," Antonio said. I nodded and we walked to the main door. "So, this floor is the main quarter as you may already know," he said while moving forward from the door. "You have been to the right side here where the office is," he said pointing to the right. "But I don't think you saw the left side so let's go there," he suggested as we walked to the left side of the main quarter.

"Where do we start then?" Gwen shrugged her shoulder. "Books? Records of their history. The Illwisch history to be exact. We need to find these in The Hecate Athenaeum——the coven private library. Well, we'd already sent Cornelius there and we just have to wait for him. For now, we just have to focus on Sage." I gratefully smiled at her. "Thanks, Gwen. I truly appreciate your help to our pack and with Sage... even though you hate me."

And speaking of activities, I decided to play Sherlock Homes. I went down to the customer information section and showed the male attendant the old rusted key I found at my doorstep. I was wondering if this was a duplicate of Madame Brenda’s key to the storage room. He did take a careful inspection of it and then informed me that it wasn’t the key to the storage room. It was actually a key to another room. He told me that it was a long-lost key for a very special quarter at the mansion. It was located in the north wing, third floor of the mansion, but nobody was allowed to enter there anymore. It was rumored to be some important royal chamber, maybe the chamber for the King or Queen.

The one I'd buried under layers of new protocols and fresh identities and the careful, deliberate work of becoming someone different. The one nobody should have been able to find. My pulse didn't spike. It slowed. That was worse. I sat upright in the dark, the cold blue light from my phone cutting through the room like a blade. No greeting. No introduction. No preamble designed to soften what was coming. Just one sentence: Queens should not travel as shadows of Kings. Below it: coordinates. Geneva. The same summit, but a different entrance. A separate door. And one final line, precise and biting:

Brandon lowered his head, pressing his lips against the warm skin behind Robin’s ear, his voice loud enough to echo in the private box: "The necklace is fifty million, Robin. But the queen wearing it is priceless." Up on the balcony, framed by diamonds and draped in emerald fire, Robin rested her hand over Brandon’s forearm, looking down at the ruined, terrified faces of Dane and Nicole below with a chilling, victorious smile.

It was huge, maybe four times as big as the grand hall. "Yes. This is the Queen's Keep, where all the items of the previous queens are kept." "So all of this belonged to the past queens of Lycania?" "Yes." "And why do you want me to see this? What does this have to do with me?" Jessica asked. "This area is where Queen Eleanor's belongings are kept." Zachery walked over to an enormous picture frame that was mounted on the wall, covered in plastic for safe keeping. He used his claws to rip apart the bubble wrap.