The Woman In The Library の小説・ストーリー

But remembering that the woman clearly does not look like someone who has a high and important position at the company. He watched her as she set up a timer and sat on the couch proudly, and the confident look on her face was the one that made everything even more nerve wracking. 5 seconds left and Ryan can already hear the ruckus outside his office. The timer sounded and there was silence inside the now cold room, it was as if the temperature dropped down and became gloomy at Ryan’s side while Yana’s was bright and warm. Slightly making an annoyed sound, Yana tapped her fingers at the mini table in front of her and stayed still when the door was flung open.

He has his palms up as if on instinct to surrender on how powerful this woman is. She then laughs harder. “Come inside for a moment.” He did not get what she said at first but then he realizes that they are in front of the library—and this woman is the librarian. Not knowing what else to do, he follows her inside. There are only a couple of students and teachers inside, his safest bet is that it is either the library is close to closing or it is simply not the peak hours for students to be in here. He had no idea where they were walking to, but when she stopped at a room, he was actually surprised to see a coffee center.

Certainly, he was not the type to endure a long day of studies like I did. “Can I retire now? I can feel the comfort of my bed calling to me,” I muttered with a yawn as I averted my gaze to Phyllis. She remained seated across me, watching keenly to make sure I never missed any word in the book. I guess that was how unoccupied she was. The witch nodded and reached for the book, her eyes squinting the moment they met with the sepia yellow pages. She gestured for me to stand but before I could obey, the Library door opened and a balmy-looking Lady walked in. She was a servant, I could tell, judging from the pattern of her dress, as well as the gentle, elegant gathering of her ebony hair.

"I'm going to keep looking." "Sounds good." Licking my lips, I stare at the dial on my wrist. "I have to do something before I leave anyway. Also, I'm at the library, so I got to go. Text me when you get here." "All right, sweetie." When I put my phone back on the table, a woman sitting across the other side of the room watches me silently with a poker face. It's not a passing look, but a full-on gaze as if she's apprehending me or she's personally offended that I decided to pick up the call from my boyfriend while sitting inside the library near the bookcases. Her gaze doesn't waver for a long minute as she licks her lips and then exhales through her mouth. The only reason I chose this side

“That’s where it all started.” Ethan didn’t argue, sensing her urgency. He pushed the door open with a slow creak, revealing the rows upon rows of old, dusty books that filled the cavernous space. The dim light from the chandelier cast long shadows over the room, making it feel like the very bookshelves were closing in on them. But then Sophia froze. There, at the center of the library, standing beside the ancient fireplace, was a figure. A woman, draped in an old-fashioned dress, her hair cascading down in dark, tangled waves. She was facing away from them, her posture unnervingly still,

Since it was still day time, I knew I couldn't go to the gardens, I didn't have my usual jobs any longer as I would be serving the queen herself and so I made my way to the one place I knew there wouldn't be anybody, not even Merilyn, the library. This time around, I needed some time alone to collect my thoughts and get myself back together. I wasn't going to be reading any books, or at least that's what I thought. When I got there, as expected, there was only the Librarian. The Lycans never really cared about the books, I wondered why they needed a library in the palace. The Librarian was an old woman, she was a werewolf as well. She was so lucky, at least she didn't have to deal with the L

It craved fresh blood. A young woman placed the last book on the shelf before looking at the clock on the wall. It was 10:05 pm, and it was time for the library to close. She stretched, relaxed, and walked to the window. Moonlight poured in, bright and cold. Unseen by her, a man watched from the shadows, smiling hungrily. "I doubt anyone's coming now," she murmured, heading to the front desk to pack her things. Suddenly, a creak sounded behind her. The young woman immediately spun around.

I walked into the library not knowing where to start from but as soon as I saw the librarian, I remembered that it was okay to ask for advice and so I walked closer to her. She was an middle age woman with beautiful gray hair and a wonderful smile. She looked so amazing and I could not help but wonder how she looked when she was younger. If she looked this good now, then she must have been a striking beauty when she was younger. "Good morning dear, how can I help you today?" The woman said with a warm smile on her face.

A bookmark for a page I hadn’t dared open yet. The next day, the voice inside me said, Go to the library. So, I did. I stood outside for a full five minutes, pretending I was just passing by. Then I pulled the door open and stepped in. It was warm. And quiet. Not like the silence at the Velvet House. This was soft, living silence. That was good for studies. A woman behind the desk looked up. Her hair was grey and neat. Her sweater had flowers stitched into it. “Can I help you?”

"I love books but Lord Chaol keeps the boring ones inside there, so I completely ignored its existence." "Sounds rough." "You feeling bookish today?" "I just didn't have much to do, so maybe I could make use of the library to read." "I guess so. Chaol hasn't been coming lately here too. Have fun inside." the snake-woman smiled at her before continuing with her walk. She stepped right in and closed the door behind her, locking it. She pushes the nearby table in front of it for various reasons and rolled the sleeves on her arms. She was going to conquer all of these books today and find something interesting.