The Midnight Library Audiobook Narrator Novels & Stories

asked Charlotte . " Although you can't see it , there's a special powder in the air here in the library . After midnight the powder will make the people that are still in the library fall asleep for one week or month . Based on your tolerance against this powder . Now is past midnight so I would suggest you do something to remain awake . " said king Damien . " Who puts such a security mechanism in a library ?! " asked Charlotte surprised . " The library is important too because it has some very important volumes that explain our history and some other stuff which you don't have to know . " said king Damien .

“All of you have heard the rumors and stories about the Midnight child. You have told your kids fairy tales and probably wondered if any of it had been true. It is.” Light murmurs of disbelief filled the room but none were loud enough to hinder the continuation of my words. “I have met with the witch who foretold of my birth and I have learned the whole truth of who I am. It maybe hard to believe, I know it is still hard for me, but within my soul lies a part of the Goddess herself. She has gifted me this piece of her to help guide our kind back to our intended path and away from the darkness that Eli and the Blood Moon pack are spreading.”

The black decor gave it a tenebrous eerie feeling, but somehow she loved it. Soon she heard the sound of footsteps clicking on the polished marble floor. She guessed it to be Madam Castrol. When the butler and the Madam came into view, she was stunned to see a beautiful young woman. She had expected to see some old shaggy woman. Oh yes the red eyes, the night creatures barely aged. "You must be from Rosie's shop" the woman's voice came out to be sweet in her ears but she didn't miss the way her tone sounded prideful.

He was panting heavily and I thought he might be exercising. "What time is this for exercise??" "Well, You have to do some hard work.. anyhow my battery is getting low I would call you after some time." He hung up the call and I was tired of waiting now. I laid down and Was about to sleep. When I felt someone. The lights were off in the room, but I thought I heard a noise, so I went to see what it was. Straining to see in the dark, I looked around and saw nothing. Must be my imagination.

His body was covered only by robes. I could blind you for sneaking into the library in the middle of the night. What are you even doing here, woman? he asked, resting his weight on one leg. Odessa racked her mind for answers, something to reply to the man, but nothing came up. She looked at the librarian and noticed his irritation at her silence. I came here to read some midnight books. It brings me great pleasure to do that once in a while, she said, trying to smile sweetly at the librarian, but the man just gave her a deadpan look.

The chaos of the war was gone, replaced by a profound, heavy stillness. Then, a voice spoke. It did not belong to the Hunger, it did not belong to Aurora, and it did not originate from the Source itself. It was something infinitely older—the voice that had existed in the absolute quiet before creation had a name. It was the voice of Hope. Luca froze, his breath catching in his throat as the sound resonated not in his ears, but within the very fiber of his existence. The voice continued, soft, ancient, and deeply resonant. *You have finally returned.*

I opened the chat, my thumbs trembling. > Mr. Logan: What's the meaning of this? See me tomorrow morning. First thing. I blinked, completely confused. Why would he be texting me at midnight? Then, I looked at the message above his text. It was a video file. A four-minute, high-definition video file. I clicked it. The screen opened to show my own bedroom, my own thighs spread wide, revealing my swollen wet pussy and juice leaking out of it. The loud, echoing sound of my own voice whimpering and moans.

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.

From the armchair near the hearth, Maud said, “That voice wasn’t staff.” “I know,” I answered. The whisper came again. Not my name this time. “Library.” A woman’s voice. Older. Thinner than memory. Close enough to scrape every nerve in me raw. Renaud felt me move before I did. His grip tightened. “No.” “Yes.” “No.” “Stop wasting syllables.” The house stayed dark. The generator should have come on by then. That was the truest alarm in the room. Estates like this do not simply go black unless someone has chosen it.