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The damp, cool air smelled of wet brick and distant coffee. He watched the front entrance of the Veridia Bay Central Library. It was a grand, aging building of carved stone, standing like a stubborn fortress against the glass towers downtown. According to Marcos's dossier, Alexandra Reed arrived at 8:45 AM each weekday. She was an archivist. A keeper of silent, paper worlds. At 8:43 AM, she appeared.

Meredith could tell from the position of the woman that she was actually sleeping rather than reading. Merdith put her hand on the woman's shoulder and lightly shook her awake, "Willow," Meredith said gently. Willow's eyes slowly opened. It took her a moment to realize who was standing in front of her. A small smile spread across her face. "Did I fall asleep reading again?" The woman asked as she sat up straighter in the chair and closed the book. It made a crinkling sound as the pages came together. "It would seem so," Meredith responded as she took the chair across from Willow. This library was used for the much older books that not many in the coven sought after. The spells in it from the

Most importantly, she hadn't seen Caiden since the apartment incident. She considered that a blessing. Then Christmas morning arrived. She was fixing her hair when her phone buzzed. A message from Cullen. *Campus library is closed for the holiday. Session moved to the estate. Address below.* Nadia frowned. The library wasn't closed. She had checked the schedule herself. "I verified the holiday hours. The library is open." Three dots appeared. Then: *Emergency pipe problem. Very tragic. See you soon.* Nadia stared at the screen.

After the class, I decided to go to the library and wait for Jonathan there. We’re both unfamiliar with our condo locations so we agreed to just wait for each one of us. He still have classes until 6:15 in the evening. Johansson’s Library were huge and full of new collections of different books all around the world. I picked two books with me and look for a table where I can read but all the tables were occupied. I saw an empty chair at the end corner of Science section and marched there.

It was the time most people would walk out of the library and would go to the book racks to keep their books back. He went back to his table with head down sad after about 5 minutes. It was his turn but oh well. "20 minutes more baby, then there's nobody who can stop us" the text popped. I will not lie my pussy was already dripping wet from the previous little corner action and imagining him fucking my wet pussy making it worse. It was 8.15 pm. The guard announced closing time at 8.30 pm. People dispersed to keep their books back, some went to him to borrow or return books.

I adjusted my backpack and headed up the extensive stairs that were in front of the large library. It was the biggest building in the area, and it held most of the pack’s history from the time the pack was founded. There weren’t just the normal books that you would see in a non-shifter library but a bunch of magical tomes as well. It was still pretty early but the librarian I knew opened at 6:00 a.m. for the local college kids who needed to prep for their early classes. Slipping in, there was a college aged she-wolf sitting at front desk. Leaning forward, I smiled at her.

They stood in the reading room at seven-fifteen. The library was empty. The staff would arrive at eight-thirty, the Tuesday's second day beginning at nine. In the interval — the hour and fifteen minutes of the building alone with its first night passed, the day before absorbed into the building's beginning, the reading room holding the residue of the twelve who had stayed for over an hour and the sixty-three who had ascended and the forty-one pauses on the fourth tread. Miriam was looking at the southeast corner.

I traveled my eyes to the whole place but only a group of jocks was what I saw so I didn't spend much time searching for anything and walk myself to the library. I tried my best to close the door with no sound a d search for Uno's built when I entered the room. The signboard told me that this library will close at 6:30 pm. The shelves are cleanly arranged and the tables were far from each other. The ceiling fans are closed, and the only people that I saw are the same group of those junior geeks Uno is talking with days ago and a group of senior girls doing something I don't know.

~ Helena ~ I prepared to go to work the following day. I worked as a librarian at the Moon Public Library (MPL). My work time varied from 11 a.m. to 6 p.m. on Monday and Wednesday and 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. on other days. I had a day off only on Sunday.

if you can even call it that, had been even shorter. “You come in by 7:30 am sharp. I want the place cleaned and the lights on before the first patron even thinks about touching the handle,” she’d said, her voice clipping every syllable. “The library opens at 8:00 am. Not 8:01. Not 7:59.” “Okay, ma’am,” I’d replied, trying to keep my posture as straight as hers. “Before opening, you rearrange. People are animals, Annabella. They pick up a book in Sci-Fi and leave it in Horticulture. Make sure the shelves are perfect. I won't have a messy house.”