There is a library the stars do not name.

A place stitched between memory and myth, where devotion lingers like ink on a page and ruin tastes sweeter than honey on the tongue.

The Library was not built to be found.

It waits for those already searching.

Here, among shelves lined with prophecy and scandal, desire is scribbled in margins, secrets slip between folios, and love is not gentle… it is inevitable.

Every wing holds a different kind of obsession, myths that echo like starlight, confessions written in smoke, sins archived in headlines, and records of doors that should never open.

If you’ve ever ached for a story that feels like a forbidden kiss in the stacks, you are already home.

Welcome to the Library.

Welcome to the worlds of Beth Evans.