Book Box Library Novels & Stories

I chuckle as he sits down on one of the rickety chairs that looks like it has seen better days. “This here.” I say at the wooden box of small drawers. “This is what libraries used to use to catalog their books. It is a filling system to help either find what you are looking for or to put books away. The books spine would have the letters connecting it to the catalog card.” I say as he gives me a weird look. “Sounds complicated.” I chuckle a little and shake my head. “Not really, it’s just like the one you use on your phone. This one is just in paper index card form.” I say as I glance at him.

Lou asked looking at Cash in an almost defiant manner. “How do you know the books are no longer here?” Cash asked as he flipped through the little card holder. “Let's just call it a hunch.” Lou said glancing at all the shelves around us. “If that is the case, there are only a handful of people who have access to this library without permission, and I will take care of them.” He turned to leave, taking one last flip through the rolodex before calmly setting it on the shelf. I started to wonder who was the wolf that played a hand in it.

“This is a library, Arian.” “I know but…” I started but he cut in. “I’ve been coming to this library for months. It's quiet and it's a good place to work.” I blinked. “You’ve been coming here to work?” Kael leaned against the shelf, crossing his arms. “Since you work in the library you should know by now that it's not good to judge the book by its cover.” “Have you met you? You will also judge the book if you were in my shoes.”

Though there were many poisons recorded in the book, there was nothing noteworthy about their features and traits that I could use to compare them to the poison of the snake. After a while, I reached my limit and started to give up. I filed the books back to where I’d found them, and just as I was about to leave, I noticed a large wooden box in the corner. I approached it curiously. It was made of black wood and had some intricate carvings I couldn’t make out across the top. Most importantly, it was locked with an enormous gold lock. When the librarian walked by, I pulled her aside. “Are there any books in this box?” I wondered.

Mains replied, taking the page back from me, “seems as though a lot of this book is in rough repair. We’ll have to try and restore it. It was in that funny box over there.” I followed his gesture to a wood and steel box, a deep green colour, tucked away in the back of the library. It almost looked like a steamer trunk, though only a quarter of the size. A thick brass clasp held it shut, weathered and creaking with age. It was heavy, but after opening it against the stiff, rusted hinges I saw that only a smattering of papers lay inside. “Where was this box from?” I asked, I had never seen such an unusual box among our collection.

The State library system probably hadn't been upgraded since her Dad had been in school and it often sent students on wild goose chases for books that had been removed weeks before, or that were in a different place entirely, or that no longer existed at all. Lexi took the stairs, all four flights, and felt great for doing so. At each level, the library got emptier. Up on five, it was like a deserted warehouse. Just stacks and shelves of books and no one else. The only thing that gathered here was dust. On the third shelf of the tenth row of bookshelves, exactly where the computer had predicted it would be, Lexi found her book. She pulled it off the shelf and squeezed the binding like a trea

She opened it, and a book was inside — blinking at us. Who could have brought a book? We have a mini library in this pack to educate upcoming young ones, or maybe this was one of those books. But the moment she opened it — Shadow, I’m going to kill him. And that’s why this kind of book cannot be found in the library. How can he buy a book about sex positions? Anyway, the moment I leave here, I’m going to shove this book right down his throat. I snatched the book from her and kept it behind me.

That would be a total disaster for him. Then he walked over to the bookshelf on the side, reached up and took out a book. There was a button behind the book. He lifted his index finger and pressed it. The bookshelf slowly moved to the side. When it stopped, he put the book back, walked in, and then the bookshelf slowly moved back. After he walked in, the whole inside suddenly lit up. The decorations were really fancy, and there was a big pearwood box in every spot, each big enough to hold a spirit beast's body. There were ninety-one boxes like that.

into a small box in the back of my mind. The library becomes a whirlwind of activity. I am constantly on the move, my sneakers squeaking on the linoleum as I guide people to the correct aisles. I help an elderly man find a book on woodworking; I show a young woman how to use the ancient microfiche machine; I mediate a silent argument between two students over a shared charging outlet.

she told me before she retreated from the library, leaving me in my personal hell. After a moment of standing in stunned silence, I made my way towards the waiting books. The book titles looked foreign to me, and the names were even worse. I bit my lower lip, already regretting agreeing to this. I’m sure King Lucian barely ever comes to this library, let alone notices their organization. I could just put these books anywhere, and he most likely would never notice them. So, that’s exactly what I did. I grabbed the boxes of books and walked around the library, shoving them in different spots until the boxes were empty and the desk was clear.