The Librarians Who Is Jenkins Novelas e Histórias

There was a large painting at the end of the hall, it was a door that led to another part of the mansion. I reluctantly trailed behind Jenkins, feeling like a child being sent to timeout because that was what was happening. As we climbed the stairs, I whispered to Jenkins: "What's going on? Why are they acting so strange?" Jenkins' expression remained neutral. "I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to discuss family matters, Miss Ariana." We reached my bedroom door, and Jenkins opened it with a courteous gesture. "Jenkins?" He turned, his eyes softening. "Yes, Miss Ariana?"

JENNY POV The moment I stepped into the house, some feeling of discomfort seemed to wash over both me and Adrian. The staff had welcomed us with uneasy gestures, and one could almost taste the tension. Mrs. Jenkins, the housekeeper, came towards us smiling uneasily. "Jenny, dear, we need to talk to you about something," she said in whispers. I exchanged the same puzzled glance with Adrian and followed Mrs. Jenkins into the living room. The others had entered, too, and their expressions were serious.

I told the driver to park and forwarded our current location so Jenkins and the team could find us without delay. Jenkins is the head of the mercenary unit I hired the moment I realized someone was trying to kill me. They lived in my house disguised as domestic staff, guards, cooks, and cleaners, and kept an eye on every corner without anyone knowing. Only Richard knew about them. It wasn’t safe to trust anyone else. Now it was time to find out who was behind that accident and why.

I glanced at Terry, who stood nearby, his expression mirroring my determination. "We need to gather as much evidence as possible," I stated, my voice steady despite the turmoil. "We must ensure that Mrs Jenkins faces justice for all her crimes." Finally, a worn leather-bound book caught my attention. Its pages were yellowed with age, its cover adorned with intricate symbols that hinted at its dark nature. As I gingerly flipped through the pages, a sickening realisation washed over me. This was Mrs Jenkins' grimoire, a repository of her dark magic and twisted knowledge.

I spent my days attending classes and trying to blend in, and my nights hiding out in the library, researching and trying to uncover the truth about my past. Mrs. Jenkins proved to be a valuable ally, providing me with food and shelter, and helping me to stay one step ahead of the police. But despite her help, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I saw strange shadows lurking in the corners of the library, and heard whispers in the hallways. I knew I had to be careful. I couldn't let my guard down, not even for a moment. One night, as I was researching in the library, I stumbled upon a strange book. It was old and leather-bound, and it seemed to radiate an otherworldly ener

A slight hint of familiarity. "It is... it is Jenkins," she stuttered. Edward's demeanour became chilly. "Correct. I have had my suspicions about him for weeks. I believe I understand the reason why he has been going against me." Vanessa's thoughts were spinning. Was Jenkins, the serious-looking butler, actually a traitor? It appeared impossible. However, when she glanced at the displays, she noticed additional proof. Jenkins lurked in the gardens at night, having secret conversations with unknown people through his communication devices.

"So I'm expected to sit here and do nothing when there's every possibility that Ariana is being tortured right now in Maple Street? We have a location already! Dammit!" I was angry and frustrated. This was taking forever. Just then, Jenkins came in to announce someone. "There's a Dr. Joshua at the door for you Mr Stone", he said.

This must be Sarah Jenkins, the lead investigator from the city's building and safety department. Although Dante had a brief phone conversation with her, seeing her here, among the debris, brought seriousness to the situation. "Mr. and Mrs. Marcellos, Ms. Larsen, thank you for coming." Her voice was devoid of emotion and strictly professional. "I'm Lead Investigator Jenkins." Dante stepped forward, extending a hand, which she shook firmly. "Investigator Jenkins, thank you for your time. We're here to cooperate fully with your investigation."

Jenkins. "I hope I'm not interrupting something important." Dr. Jenkins said with an easy smile. Then he turned to me and gave me a grin. "Hey, Eves. How have you been? This little one keeps on getting into trouble the whole week and becomes the epitome of innocence on Wednesdays and Saturdays. I hope you keep her on check and save me from Linda's ranting." He finished, pointing to Eva who stuck out her tongue in reply.