Woman Reading Books Novels & Stories

The shelves were filled with neatly arranged books. I wondered if he read. If he ever sat there and lost himself in pages the way I used to when the pain became too much. Curious, I walked over. The books were arranged in meticulous order—almost obsessive. I trailed my fingers along their spines, scanning the titles. “No. Alpha Alexander might be unwell,” a voice startled me, “but he is obsessed with books.” I turned quickly. A woman stood by the door, holding a tray of food. She wore a simple maid’s uniform, but her expression held something else—warmth? Or pity?

So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift. Books everywhere. Glorious chaos. Behind her is a woman. A beautiful woman. A diner-uniform, exhausted beyond salvation, mascara-smudged, hair-falling-out-of-the-bun-but-still-somehow-sexy beautiful woman. She stops dead when the books hit the floor. “Oh my God—no, no, no—I’m so sorry—she’s just—today has been—I—please don’t kick us out—” The panic in her voice is pure, distilled chaos.

The woman took the book from the desk and signed it back in the log. After that, Snow returned it to its shelf and considered finding another book. She walked toward the staircase leading to the upper hall, her eyes shimmering at how bright and beautiful the library looked. Books—rows and rows of them—all containing knowledge about themselves, other kinds, and more. She trailed her fingers along the spines of the books when her gaze landed on a particular one. “Mate Bond,” she muttered. She probably shouldn't be reading it, but her curiosity was suddenly piqued.

The woman climbed a short ladder and began pulling down a few books. “These should help,” she said, setting five large, dusty tomes on a nearby table. “Sorry about the condition they’re ancient. Let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you,” Anna said as the woman walked away. Rhea and Anna sat cross-legged on the floor beside the table, surrounded by the stack of heavy books. Their covers were worn, their spines cracked, and the pages yellowed with time. Each had a unique title: 'Tales of the Mystical Creatures', 'Powers', 'Hidden Behind the Voice', and two others with faded letters too difficult to read.

She picked up many books individually and made a pile of them. "When will you read so many books?" Nina asked surprisingly. "When your boss is not around," Elaina winked and started looking for books again. She picked up books from famous authors like Jane Austin, Sarah, Colleen Hoover, and Anna Huang. Nina shook her head and made her way toward the exit.

I stepped inside and was greeted by the musty scent of ancient pages and wood polish. The library attendant, a frail old woman with silver hair tucked into a tight bun, looked up from behind the desk. Her eyes were sharp, even though age had stolen the rest of her youth. I’d heard she was a respected elder in the pack, a widow who lost her mate decades ago and chose to serve knowledge rather than grieve in silence. “I’m looking for the section on witches,” I said gently. Her eyes narrowed a bit. “That’s not a topic people ask about lightly.”

The library was quiet, slightly dim but clean…it was as if there was no window, just the dim light above the ceiling. The library smelled like paper and lavender polish. The shelves stood tall with books stacked neatly in rows. At the entrance, there was a woman with big round glasses and curly hair that was tied in a loose bun. Her eyes were sharp, she didn’t even smile when they stepped in. She glanced up at Kai and he gave her a short nod. “Afternoon, Ms Leta.”

she retorted me prompting to look at her while keeping my gaze on the document laid out before me In the organization, I always avoided interacting with her since it was unnecessary most of the time. “I have something for you also,” she further said pulling a Gift box wrapped with paper. There was a huge, pink ribbon that surrounded the whole packaging and enraged me due to its tackiness. I thought for a while then I took the box from her hands. “You’re welcome,” She replied, I took it with a bit of suspicion and opened it with much anticipation for the worst. Turning it around I saw a pile of books. The titles made my stomach churn: “How can a woman become a better wife?”, “cooking tips for

I pin her with a narrowed look but she simply shrugs it off, smiling wilder and now I’m starting to actually wonder what exactly was going off in her head and where this brazen woman had sprouted out from. Once in a while, she’d request to do things that she wouldn’t normally do. Recently she’s been spending a lot of time reading in the library, some of the romance novels she had picked out at one of our dates together and since then she would sometimes make a request to try out things. And I got the feeling she had been getting those ideas from the books she’s been reading.

They might have an idea of who collects Renae's notes. There's only one woman in here today. Anna. A middle aged woman with a constant sneer on her face, and said sneer is currently directed at me. I don't bother with her, going straight for the shelf. I feign searching for one of my favoured romance tomes. I take out one, set it on the table and begin my search for the next. I turn back once and when I'm certain the woman isn't staring, I take out Renae's book and flip the pages. It's...empty.