Richmond Library Hours

The pope's death, the union of China and Korea as a single country, and the economic breakdown triggered the third world war. Or is it a secret society that wanted to create a one-world government to end Christianity forever? When the Vatican claimed that they received a retraction from a journalist who wrote about the demented pope, they could not show it to the public. The mysterious death of the pope surprised the world following the disappearance of the writer. That year, there was no Christmas celebration, to commiserate with the Catholic church. The war in the Middle East continued to worsen leading to fluctuations in the oil prices and the price of commodities skyrocketed as a result. There was an economic breakdown even if there was also a digital chutzpah going around. China and Korea united as a single country. They wanted to rival NATO, particularly America. Both countries wanted to be a superpower. Henry, the premier of the China and Korea, visited as a commoner to America and met the brother of the journalist, Isaac. He believed that chaos theory should be laws of chaos and he predicted war. When Isaac received a late phone call about his brother, he set on an adventure to save his brother. Discovering that a secret society was launching a one-world government to launch a war, Isaac asked the help of Henry. In 72 hours, there will be a third world war. "If power is a religion," Henry once said, "then, I'm proud to be an atheist." This inspired the young genius to save the world from New World Order. What if instead of a New World Order, this secret society strengthened the Roman Catholic Church, much to the dismay of the one-world government? Will faith reign over the greedy and evil?

If I don't get a job in the next forty-eight hours I'm going to be forced to go back home. It isn't an option after what I endured to escape. But with my options increasingly limited by the second, I end up at the mercy of a heartless man who doesn't want me. Brooks I want her. It's why I can't hire her. She's innocent and too damn naive to be in my vicinity. But she is the only one even remotely interested in something more than my name. She is also the first one who makes me want to consider giving it to her...

Jess and her boyfriend spends the evening in a library arguing with a stranger if vampires and werewolves were real. Apparently, Jess believes they are real while her boyfriend and the other guy believes they aren't. The night is far spent so Jess and her boyfriend decides to retire to their home. They had walked quite a distance when Jess remembered that they didn't have the boy's contact. Determined to prove him wrong in future by a research she planned on carrying out about werewolves later on, Jess goes back to the library in search of him, despite her boyfriend's disapproval. Jess is shocked to find the boy who had argued all night with her that werewolves do not exist, transform into a werewolf. Apparently, it was the full moon and he came out at the wrong time. The wolf grabbed her before she could escape; At that moment, her life took a drastic turn, that she would have never imagined. A werewolf said: Werewolves are not real.

Poor Lydia Richmond was sold as a breeder by her selfish father, Charlie Richmond to Alpha Quinn Magenta of the Kingsford pack. Lydia has to survive the stressful life of a breeder coupled by doing forceful maid chores which she is being compelled to do by the Alpha's lover, Beatrice Baker. Finally, Lydia gets pregnant but realizes that the Alpha is her mate. She could also tell that he wasn't interested in anything else other than the unborn child in her womb. Having to part with her child was going to be traumatic for Lydia. On this note, she ran away from the pack still pregnant. She gave birth later to a set of triplets. All male kids! And now trouble unleashes… Stone Sumach, the son of the Alpha of the new pack which Lydia ran to fell in love with Lydia's sexy look and began to make moves to have her sleep with him. Lydia refuses but he is ready to take her by force. Alpha Quinn couldn't take the disappearance of Lydia and he sents out hundreds of secret forces to find Lydia. Beatrice Baker is also determined to make sure Lydia doesn't step back into the Alpha's mansion alive. She has guards in all squadrons with the mission to kill Lydia on sight. What would happen to Lydia? Would the triplets be safe?

Madam Pratt, my mother-in-law, was in critical condition after a car accident, desperately needing surgery. However, as the lead surgeon, I—Lilianne Davis—stood by, casually scrolling through short videos on my phone. My best friend, Tiffany Owens, who was also a doctor, was far more anxious than I was. She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the operating room. “Lily, why are you still stalling? Hurry up and save her!” I took a step back, clutching my stomach in pain as her face twisted in shock. “I have cramps so bad I can’t even stand. You do it.” In my last life, the moment I heard about Madam Pratt’s accident, I had swallowed a painkiller and rushed into surgery, working for hours to stabilize her. I had barely stepped away from the operating table when alarms blared. “Lilianne, what have you done? The patient is experiencing acute hemolysis!” “Call the family now!” Gareth Pratt stormed in, his face twisted with rage. He slapped me hard in the face. “Lil, you’re a professional surgeon, yet you gave my mother the wrong blood transfusion?!” I froze, reaching for Madam Pratt’s medical report to explain, only to find that the A-type blood I had seen before had somehow changed to B-type. The medical board arrived, and a blood test revealed traces of hallucinogens in my system. “Unbelievable! Taking illegal substances before surgery? That’s a cardinal sin for a doctor!” In the chaos, Emma Pratt, Gareth’s teenage sister, grabbed a scalpel and stabbed me multiple times. Blood gushed from my arteries, and I collapsed in a pool of crimson. As my vision faded, I couldn’t understand what had happened. I had never taken illegal drugs. Besides, I was absolutely certain of Madam Pratt’s blood type. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment right before stepping into the operating room.

Betrayed by his fiancée hours before their wedding, CEO Mason Caldwell impulsively finds a last-minute bride, Gianna to spite his ex. Gianna is bound by a contract to Mason, who has vowed to never open up his heart to anyone ever again. But when some unexpected feelings begin to bloom between the two, it seems there might be more danger looming, as well as bitter truths that surface from the past to tear them apart.

Famous author, Valerie Adeline's world turns upside down after the death of her boyfriend, Daniel, who just so happened to be the fictional love interest in her paranormal romance series, turned real. After months of beginning to get used to her new normal, and slowly coping with the grief of her loss, Valerie is given the opportunity to travel into the fictional realms and lands of her book when she discovers that Daniel is trapped among the pages of her book. The catch? Every twelve hours she spends in the book, it shaves off a year of her own life. Now it's a fight against time to find and save her love before the clock strikes zero, and ends her life.

Kylie Ross A well known beautiful girl, loved by many, protected and shielded from all world dangers. She is a very happy person, everyehere she goes she brings happiness and joy. She is the worlds best daughter. And the most loving and caring friend. This Beautiful girl also has six young men who has been watching over her and protecting her from the world, they'd do anything for her going as far as putting their lives on the line for her. What happens when Kylie leaves to Jacksonville, a town ten hours away from her hometown, her boys. What happens when a innocent, shielded Kylie has no one to fend and protect her but herself? What happens when the town people seem weird to kylie. What happens when a curious kylie finds out the mystery of Jacksonville? What happens when Kylie meets a Greek God, someone whole looks like a model straight out of a magazine? What happens when she falls head over heels for him? What happens when she digs up his big, bad, dark secrets? Will she stay or will she flee? What will she do when family secrets are revealed? When the boys she called her brothers don't turn out to be the people they claimed to be? Join Kylie on her journey, unraveling secrets, falling in love, and finding out who she really is.

“Yes, I am Dom. Your dom.” Did he say that last part or I imagined it? Letting out a shaky breath, I slid away from his lap. The front of my panties, scraped against his lap slowly as I slid from him and his light grey eyes darkened. I had no idea my pussy was so drenched that it left a mark on his pants. Jesus! Who is this man and what has he done to me? Soon I was seated beside him, his thighs pressing close to mine as we both drank. Electricity kept shooting tingles up my legs and I felt light-headed. He was silent and I suddenly felt nervous like I needed to speak to this deliciously fair man that sat brooding. Clearing my throat, I tapped his leg—unconsciously on the spot my pussy left—and he looked up, smirking at me. My mouth went dry immediately. “Is there something you want?” he asked. “Uh…No, I mean yes. Is this normal for you?” His handsome features morphed into a frown, “Having a girl leave a wet spot on my pants or taking wine in a bar?” I just discovered that my poor, useless, and filthy father who died a month ago left me a luxurious Cabin in Bakersfield. HOW!? Wish I insisted on that question. I shouldn’t have taken the plunge and moved into that house, but I am a broke, poor virgin and will soon be homeless, so I did. It might as well be the worst or best decision I have ever made because, in 12 hours, my life changed. COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER ON THE BOOK COVER!!!! contact the author for it to be removed if there is an issue

On the night of my 30th birthday, I waited until the early hours of the morning, but my husband, Theodore Hawk never showed up. Instead, I came across an Instagram post from his childhood sweetheart, Emily Gallagher. [What romantic is not the starry night, it is having you by my side.] In the picture, she was wearing a delicate, sky-blue camisole that revealed just enough to charm and seduce. A man stood close behind her, his hand firmly gripping her waist. The scene was set in the seaside villa that Theodore had gifted her, their figures intimately entwined under the soft glow of the night. Someone had commented beneath the post: [I can’t stand you two being this lovey-dovey all the time! Just get married already!] Emily had responded with a shy-face emoji. I had just liked the post when Theodore, who I had failed to reach all night, blew up my phone with calls. "Are you out of your mind, Camilla? Emi and I grew up together! If we wanted to be together, we would’ve done so long ago! Why are you being so petty?" Looking at how Theodore gently held her in his arms, comforting her, I realized something. Letting go of someone you’ve loved for seven years... can take only a moment.