She Blinded Me With Library Science Mga Nobela at Kwento

Maybe this was God’s way of easing my pain for all the things he made me go through. **** I was inside the library skimming past the row shelves when I felt footsteps approaching in my direction which was odd because it was already midnight and it was highly unlikely for someone to be here. Turning around, I gulp in surprise when I see Blaze standing a few distances away from me wearing a plain white V-neck t-shirt with Black jeans. Even in such a plain outfit, he looked sinfully hot, and my core throbs with need standing under his hot stare. I try to disguise my aroused self by rolling my eyes and focusing my attention back on the row of books in front of me as if they were the most interes

“Same thing you said… and you got stabbed.” “Whatever.” I rolled my eyes. “Ember, please take him away.” “Heyy!” Chase protested. “Just text me if anything happens. I’ll come pick you up.” “I’ll be fine, little brother.” I winked, turning on my boots and walking away. **** The library was empty when I stepped in… Quiet Dust floated in shafts of light, making the air shimmer. It looked like no one came here much anymore. My fingers brushed over the spines of old, forgotten books as I moved past rows of tall shelves, eyes scanning for anything on hybrid white wolves.

Nothing came out, her throat packed tight with sand. In the mirror, the Librarian tilted her head. Her hair—white, and too smooth—flowed more like water than anything human. “They can’t hear you, Maya. I put a veil over this room. To them, you’re just washing up. To me, you’re an open book.” Maya grabbed the nearest thing she could—a heavy glass candle from the counter. Her grip went bone-white. “Get out of my head. I’m not some experiment. I’m a person.”

The aroma of aged paper mingled with the faint scent of polished wood, an intoxicating blend that evoked a sense of reverence and awe. my eyes widened in amazement. The library had revealed its true form, shedding the mundane stereotypes she had held outside.The grandeur that unfolded before her were beyond her wildest imagination. It was as if the library itself had transformed into a majestic palace of wisdom, a sanctuary where the past and present converged.

what if the Lycan turned out to be— “Ouch.” I winced in pain after bumping into the library’s glass wall. My wandering thoughts had made me lose focus. With my head bowed to hide my face after the embarrassing incident, I walked into the library. “Good evening,” greeted the librarian. “Yeah, hi,” I nodded and returned her smile. “I want to look for articles about this city.” “Articles about what?” asked the librarian, who then pulled the chair next to her and sat in front of the computer. Both hands poised on the keyboard, she looked back at me. “Are you doing research?”

a sexy librarian. During that first encounter, I struggled to focus my attention on her face (or Janie), because her tits were an eyeful. Either she had big, hard nipples or puffies poking through her bra; they were almost impossible to ignore. The t-shirt hugged her body and showed everything she had to offer; the shirt had "Books Make Everything Better" across the front and I tried to cover my adolescent behavior by asking her about the shirt. She smiled, "I'm in library sciences and I got it at a library symposium...yeah, there are library conventions. I know it sounds geeky, but they can get wild."

“What happened? Your eyes kind of had a frosted white look to them as you were focusing it looked like. I’m assuming that means you were using a power.” “Yeah! I was standing in a grand library. It was beautiful with dark mahogany wooden shelves and railings and staircase. There were 3 massive stained glass windows that were GORGEOUS. Then the vision shifted and I was standing in front of a row with the label ‘Historical Records’ and then it all faded.” I try to explain to him. Ares looks like he is thinking. “Hmm...a library. What was on the stained glass windows? Did you see by chance?”

I continue to stare blankly at Tabitha, my mind a spiraling thought flow, The air in the library feels different now thicker, charged with a current I haven’t felt in years. I am utterly lost for words, my tongue feeling like a heavy, useless weight in my mouth. The transition from being a librarian to being a potential option in a a position working for Tabitha is so abrupt it feels like a whiplash, even though I don't know what position she has for me yet

After that, I buried myself in the library books as I always did. The library had always been a sanctuary for me—a place where I could lose myself in the pages of books, immersing myself in different worlds and gaining knowledge that transcended the boundaries of my own experiences. As I settled into the plush armchair, the familiar scent of old paper and ink enveloped me, offering a sense of comfort and solace. With each page I turned, my mind delved deeper into the wisdom and stories contained within the books. They provided a refuge from the outside world, allowing me to temporarily escape the weight of the rumors and expectations that had started to surround my connection with the Alpha.

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.