She Blinded Me With Library Science Novels & Stories

It was already 1 o'clock in the afternoon when I looked down at my watch. I shall starve to death before I learn even the most basic information about shifters. I placed the books neatly back on the shelves. When I was in college, I had experience working as a library assistant. And one of my responsibilities was returning borrowed books. After finishing, I grabbed my bag and made my way to the door while keeping an eye out for Mrs. Olga. I didn't find her, though.

Yet, everyone thought she was the victim. However, I couldn't call her out and clear my name. All of my work was gone, so what could I even use as evidence? Plus, I knew Skyler could tell Leah had copied my work. It was just because I no longer mattered as much to him anymore. … A few days later, my doctor told me I could be discharged. Unfortunately, my vision was still blurry, and I kept my right eye bandaged because of the horrifying scar. My phone was also filled with many missed calls from Skyler. I immediately blocked his number upon seeing this.

It was either that or the school library. I went to the garden and saw a lot of people already there, most of which were couples making out without the care of the world. Well that means that option has been canceled. With no option, I made my way to the school garden but it was twenty minutes to time before I reached there. So I decided to just borrow a book and go and read it in class. I took the book “The blink of an eye”. It’s a science fiction about an American genuine Seth who helped an Arabian princess escape from getting married to a man old enough to be her grandfather. This is actually the sixth time that I am reading it but am still very much in love with the book and looking forw

Chapter 65: A Cure for the Unbreakable Bond Killian’s POV Long shadows were thrown over the library's infinite book rows by the dim brightness of the moonlight that poured through the tall windows. The smell of aging parchment filled the air as I sat at a huge oak table surrounded by old books and scrolls. Hours of reading had burnt my eyes, but I couldn't stop now, not with Aria's life on the line.

Candles flickered in sconces along the walls, casting dancing shadows across the rows of books. I wandered through the aisles that looked more like labyrinths, running my fingers along the spines of the books as I searched for the records section. It took some time, but eventually, I stumbled upon a hidden nook tucked away in the far corner of the library. The records section was smaller than I had anticipated but no less impressive. Leather-bound volumes filled the shelves. Their covers were embossed with ornate designs and intricate patterns. With trembling hands, I began to search through the books, scanning the titles in search of Victor Blossom's account.

The library was off-limits except to me and the maids who occasionally cleaned it. Ignoring my exhaustion, I pushed open the library door with force. The room greeted me with a dim, hushed ambiance, highlighting the shelves filled with my beloved books, each a testament to my journey. There, in the midst of it all, sat Linda, looking surprised and slightly fearful. "What do you think you're doing in my library?" I boomed, anger and irritation evident in my voice. Startled, she scrambled to her feet, trying to explain, "I... I'm sorry, Alpha. I didn't realize... I lost track of time… I was just... immersed in these books."

So far all of my research is leaving me with nothing but carpal tunnel from how fast I’m scanning through all this brail. I get up from the sofa and return the book I was reading to its rightful place on the shelf, then go up to the next floor and run my fingers along the edges of the shelf to read each book's code to find the one I want. Once I do, I take it to the centre of the library where a 4-foot podium resides. The podium is made with magic so it’s the only thing in this library I can see. I place the book on the podium and watch as the podium begins to pulse with a lemon-yellow glow as that same colour surrounds the book, outlining it and making it visible to my eyes. Once the pulsin

CHERRY’S POV The library in the East Wing was a tomb of expensive leather and silent secrets. I was curled in an oversized velvet armchair, the kind that made me feel small and insignificant, trying to focus on a book about estate law. Jasmine had jokingly called it my "New Bible," but the words were just black ants crawling across the page. My mind was elsewhere stuck on the heavy, possessive way Adrian had looked at me this morning, and the cold, miles-long distance he had put between us since.

Again I had the disturbing thought that there had to be a singular person coordinating their movements… Or an organization. I was wasting time pondering when the answers could be right here in front of me. I cracked my knuckles and watched the men squirm as they watched me approach. “Gentlemen,” my tone suggested I thought of them as anything but, “have either of you ever spent much time in a library?” Their blank and confused expressions indicated this was exceedingly unlikely. “Well, when one needs information, more scholarly folks would go to the library and crack open the spines of some books until they found what they needed.” I gave my most sinister grin, “I confess that I use a simila

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