Novel & Cerita The Paris Library

"Come on, now." They continued walking down the street until they got to an old bookstore. It was small and rustic, and old place that was hardly standing on its own now but it was Rosie's favourite in Paris. She could spend all day scanning the shelves or sitting outside on the little outdoor dining tables with a book in hand. Rosie sat down at one of the tables while Anthony walked across the street to get them some coffee. She opened a new book that had been propped underneath her arm, falling into whatever new universe this book would consume her into.

"Your Highness, the librarian already left and this place is already secured just like what you ordered." I removed my heels before entering the library. Fara was holding my heels before she locked the entrance door of the library. I immediately walked towards the area where the history books of the Sylvestre are kept. My eyes landed on the bookshelves with the crest of the Imperial Palace, it's exactly the same as the past. This area has always been a secret one since these books are totally the most powerful weapon against the Empire. Fara followed my command of using the name of Hades to break the security inside the library. The librarian is such a strict old man in the past, without the

Lucianne’s eyes snapped back to Xandar’s elated lilac ones as she exclaimed in a whisper, “This is La Librairie, isn’t it? The largest bookstore in the Kingdom!” Xandar’s eyes were also shining at the sight of Lucianne’s excitement, “It is. You’ve clearly heard of it.” Her eyes continued to scan the place while she explained, “I’ve read about it and seen pictures of it in the news. But the sight is still breathtaking.” She looked at the ceiling which was said to contain engravings of reputable authors of the past. She then looked at the pillars which had the most famous quotes of each century. She then uttered, “The twenty-eight-floor building which holds every book known to Lycans, werewolv

“Because I will if you keep going with that subject.” Olivier jumped back. “Christ, woman. I simply meant that I’m surprised someone as bloodthirsty as you would read romance.” I deflated. “Oh.” “Yes. ‘Oh.’” He gestured at me. “Let’s go.” To my surprise, Olivier paid for my book, despite my protestations. Maybe he was just trying to ensure that I didn’t smack him with it. Well, I wouldn’t promise anything. We began to walk west toward the 7th District where the antiques shop was located. Considering that the Eiffel Tower and other famous landmarks of the city were located in this district, we were quickly walking amongst both Parisians and tons of tourists.