The Woman In The Library の小説・ストーリー

Just then her eyes trailed to the library, it's door was open and the lights reflected out of it. "He should be in there" she headed to go in the library. But then she paused. What will is she do when she goes in? What would be her excuse? For sure he won't be happy seeing her in his library. Is she even thinking straight? She shouldn't just forget who this man is, all in the quest of trying to make him hers. 'I wouldn't be that bad to try' and with that she shrugged and went straight to the library. Once at the door, she was welcomed by the strange aura. The library is large, super wide. So how come, the entire room is filled with his dominating aura?

I was sitting close to the window while reading a new book, this time making sure to browse through the book and making sure I hadn’t taken one like the last. Though I doubt that was possible because Sin made sure to remove any books of that nature from the library shelf. I giggled, flipping the pages of the book I was reading, when the door of my room pulled open and a woman walked in. She was dressed in a sophisticated and elegant way. Her brown hair was tied up in a tight bun with little to no makeup on her face.

The woman then walked to the right and sat on one of the chairs that were there. "Wow. It's my first time entering a large library like this. Usually maybe I just walked into a bookstore and bought a novel there to read at home, "Bella muttered. The woman was busy looking at this huge library area. The books here are neatly arranged and lined up on the shelves that have been provided. Really awesome. Plus, the condition of this library is very calm and conducive. It is suitable for her who really likes reading books. Bella shook her head softly. The woman looked back at the book that she had put on the table. She immediately focused on hers original purpose here. Reading book.

I rubbed my temples and looked at the two of them. Ever since Colby had dragged me into the first livestream, I had been feeling deeply unsettled. Now, I just felt like a lamb to their slaughter. Feeling strongly uneasy, I gripped the blanket beside me and could hear another woman's faint moans from the room next door. Fear crept up my spine as I sat up and asked, "What are you doing here? It's late, and I need to go home." Instead of answering, Colby switched on the TV. The screen flickered to life, showing a woman with seductive, half-lidded eyes, whom I recognized as me.

A message from Alexander held my gaze while an irregular heartbeat punctuated my breath. Though he was the very last person I should meet tonight, his request remained one I could never dismiss. A deep breath filled my lungs as I began my journey to the library. A feeble light barely illuminated the room where shelves stood crowded with leather-bound books while whispers of whiskey and aged paper scents lingered in the air. I entered the room to find Alexander positioned by the desk with an indecipherable expression upon his face. I closed the door behind me. His eyes flickered over me before he nodded. Can you identify the woman? ”

He looked raw and stripped down. "Get behind the desk," he ordered. His voice was low and rough. No room for argument. "The hell I am," I muttered. My knees shook. I grabbed the vellum deed and shoved it into the hidden pocket of my gown. "If that is a collection team, they are not here to fight. They are here for the paper." The library doors did not burst open. They were pushed aside slow and polite. Two men stepped in. Then a woman followed. Her face looked like my mother’s, but without the warmth or regret. She wore an expensive coat. Her eyes were flat and gray, like business.

She just walked beside me, her presence steady and warm, anchoring me to the present. The building was nondescript. A plain brick facade, a faded sign, a door that looked like it hadn't been opened in years. But when I pushed it open, the interior revealed something else entirely. A library. Ancient tomes lined the walls, their spines cracked with age, their pages yellowed and fragile. Candles flickered on every surface, casting dancing shadows across the room. And in the center sat a woman I recognized. Mira. "You found the place," she said, her voice carrying no surprise. "I was wondering when you'd show up."

she informed. “Okay, let's do this one more time,” I said and the engine of the bike roared to life. “After this, what are we supposed to do?” I questioned. “We don't know yet but getting something about what's happening to you is a top priority now.” She replied. We got to the library and greeted the smallish-looking lady with a bubbly personality and her two rounded lenses sitting pretty on her button-shaped nose. “Hello, what can I help you with? What type of books are you looking for?”

It makes me wonder, what would this woman do? Following her silently, I stopped at a bend in the hall and saw Harper enter the library. The east wing shouldn't be visited by people only sometimes. Sometimes I like to relax here. For me, the east wing is my private area. That's why libraries are rarely used. There is a certain room there just for me to calm down, so when I saw Harper come into the library holding a candle. It makes me unable to stop myself. "As soon as the door opened, I asked, What are you doing here?" Harper stood up from behind the table, candlelight providing minimal illumination. Even Harper's silhouette painted on the wall makes her body curves so beautiful.

A simple I’m sorry or an I fucked up wasn’t good enough in this situation. I picked at the fruit and hashbrowns, leaving the burrito for dinner once my appetite returned. As I was packing up the head Librarian appeared at the edge of the table. She was a curvy woman with long hair threaded through with grey. Though we only ever exchanged a handful of words, I knew she was kind. She had started opening the library an hour early just so I didn’t have to wait outside in the heat. She could have easily reported me to faculty for all the potions I’d been testing out, but she hadn’t.