Novel & Cerita She Blinded Me With Library Science

Chapter 16 Hope She was staring at me with a sly look in her eyes. This library was forbidden, I knew it. And now, she would tell Darius about it and I would be stopped from coming here. 'What do I do? What I do? What do I do?' "I see you're into books." Annalise's eyes slowly glanced at the book in my hand. I yelped and hid it behind me with a nervous smile plastered on my lips.

I replied. "And how would I know that?" Blade raised a brow. I sighed before answering "You must've read so many books. I'm sure you can find me one you think would pique my interest!" Blade thought for a moment and looked at the books before picking out the one with dark blue cover and yellow-gold writings. "This should do!" he said as he handed me the book. "Thank you!" I said and looked at the book. I decided to look around the library even more, trying to find books from other genre that might interest me.

The library, her sanctuary of silence, had become a catalyst for her own story, a story waiting to be told, a story waiting to be shared with the world. The quiet hum of the library, once a source of solace and inspiration, now pulsed with a new energy, a vibrant rhythm that mirrored the awakening of Hazel's own voice. The library, her sanctuary of silence, had become a catalyst for her own story, a story waiting to be told, a story waiting to be shared with the world.

I was about to enter when I heard footsteps, so I hid so no one could notice me around. When I felt their presence was far from me, I looked at different corners. I need to make sure that no one will witness me coming into the library. I felt guilty for keeping a secret from Almera. I feel like I am sinful and wasting their trust in me. I was in the library for the whole day; what's the use of the library if they don't have a book containing contents about the disease? “Useless book!” I screamed in frustration; I wanted to burn all of these useless books in front of me. I was about to leave when I saw a big book; it was the only book at the top of the shelf.

Her eyes were blurry and she rubbed them again, determined to keep going. Caitlin read beneath the dim emergency light, as she had been for hours, ever since the library had closed and its lights had shut down. She was grateful that she had not been detected, and she was determined to make the most of it, tearing through volumes, devouring them from the second the doors to the main library finally slammed close.

When I went to the library I searched for the book I needed so I could find out all the information I needed. I have reached the end of the search. Eventually I found what I needed. I was about to take it when suddenly I saw something shining at the very end. I went right away. As I approached I closed my eyes to too much light. But that did not stop me from getting the thing that was shining. Gradually the light gradually faded until the light completely disappeared and I saw that it was a book. It was a brown book. It just looks like an ordinary book. It's just that it has a strange symbol in the middle of it. I don't know but someone tells me here all the information I need.

I stood up from my chair like I’ve been burned. The library was huge and spacious, but at that moment, it felt stuffier than a closet; an abandoned closet with layers upon layers of dust that were creeping into my lungs and suffocating me from within, like a viper. The world was shrinking around me, and no matter where I looked, all I could see was that blasted screen with that blazer, lying so damnably on a chair six years ago. A blazer that was so soaked in blood that it was staining the chair it had been tossed on.

It was low, quiet, but sharp. “I don’t care about their excuses. Pull the funding. If they can’t deliver results, they don’t deserve my money.” Then silence. The kind that promised danger. I didn’t know whether to fear him or pity him. The library became my refuge. It was massive; two floors of dark wood, golden light filtering through tall windows. The smell of old books wrapped around me like comfort. I could breathe there. I’d spend hours hidden among the shelves, running my fingers along the spines of untouched books.

I stood in front of my mother, backing toward the bed step by step. Staring at the widening crack in the doorway, sweat covered my forehead as I felt completely helpless without any weapon. Then the door was violently forced open, with the bottom of the wardrobe making a terrible screeching sound like metal on train tracks. A pair of dirty boots stepped into the room. "Did you think blocking the door would save you? I don't have the patience for games." The man smiled crookedly, his disgusting gaze scanning the room. I froze in place, staring at the gleaming knife in his hand, its cold light reflecting off his filthy knuckles.

With a shared nod, they stepped inside, the air shifting to a musty blend of old parchment and incense. The library was a labyrinth of towering shelves, each laden with dusty tomes and peculiar artifacts—a glass orb swirling with mist, a dagger etched with runes, a chalice that hummed faintly. The only sound was the soft rustle of pages turning somewhere deep within, as if the books themselves were alive. Aria’s grip tightened on Rollan, her heart thudding as they ventured further.