Novel & Cerita Cassandra From The Librarians

Sociology 101 – when someone expects less of you, you tend to get away with more – made up by yours truly. Mrs Peterman was the Academy's grouchiest head librarian in all of New-Man history. What luck to have been caught by her! Donning my luckiest pair of underwear today didn't help much. Lady Luck must have been jealous by how good I looked in red briefs. What a prissy existence! Before I had time to scowl, Mrs Peterman's high pitched keening had me cringing. "Titus Crowley! How many times must I remind you that students are not allowed to access the

“Crap!” “What’s wrong?” I quickly asked him. “Come check this out,” he motioned at me to come closer as he held the cup of coffee. “Do you smell something familiar?” I was at once by his side. I closed my eyes and sniffed around the coffee cup. Right when I got a whiff of it, my eyes flew open in surprise. “It’s the same scent as in the dungeons.” Lucas nodded affirmatively. “The same person, who helped Marcus and Finn escape, took Cassandra with him.”

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise and the younger girl looks at us with amusement. "Smut readers are a different breed. There's no judgement here, but that also means we tend to overshare." She says and I see Everett's face flame in a blush. "Sorry, boys. We'll try to tone it back. I'm Miranda by the way." She says. They go around the room to introduce themselves, and we learn the girl about our age is named Gwen, along with Julie, Helena, Dawn and a few others I can't remember. Apparently they all know each other already as they chat idly while Everett and I try to wrap our minds around this plot twist.

The room went terrifyingly silent for a long moment. I stood behind my desk, the parchment crumpled in my fist, my mind racing through trade treaties, historical alliances, and border disputes. There was no territorial gain for Bloodwyn here. There was no ancient blood feud between us. We had left them alone in their eastern forests, and they had left us alone in our mountains. Then, I looked up. Cassandra was standing by the bookshelf. Her chin was lifted, but her fingers were trembling against her dark green gown. Her honey-brown eyes were locked onto mine, carrying a terrified and vulnerable look that she was fighting with every scrap of her soul to hide.

Cassandra's POV I walked out of my house with a sigh and headed towards the library where I was going to be meeting with Jason. We weren't going anywhere this time but were just going to stay in the library and read. It was nothing special but I felt really excited about it. His car was at the front of the library so I walked to check if he was inside. I was trying to look through the window glass in the dark when it suddenly flew down startling me. "Oh my goodness!" I exclaimed and I heard his laughter as I stumbled in shock.

He said looking at the beautiful lady standing by his office door. Hearing his approving voice, Cassandra walked into the office with her both hands bent backwards. She was wearing black blazers above her white crop top. Her long legs were covered by black leggings and her hair was put in a ponytail leaving some baby hairs falling on her forehead. 'Simple yet elegant.' Tobias thought of her outfit. While she neared the table which Tobias was leaning on, she stopped on her tracks and looked at him with her golden brown eyes. She wanted to tell him something but the respect she has for him was making it so difficult to say her thoughts aloud.

She replied. Cassandra sashayed into the study as the maid led the way, her eyes roaming the entire room. There were large collections of books inside arranged neatly on a shelf. The shelves ran across the entire room. She checked the book titles and noticed that they had a lot of materials on witches and magic. She chuckled and shook her head. "What's so funny?" Evelyn asked, entering. Cassandra turned around, the smile not leaving her face. "I'm just wondering how you invested so much in trying to find something that was right under your noses all along. It's pretty funny, don't you agree?" She replied

My whole body felt goosebumps and I got scared as hell. I felt it another, a strong wind running through me and a slight, whispering voice travelled down my ear. "This is dangerous," The voice said and my whole turned shocked and frightened. My lips trembled and I questioned. "Who is it?" And, then suddenly the door of the Library pushed open and I heard Ryan's voice. "Cassandra," The winds immediately calmed down and the dark faded away letting the moon lighy fall into the library through the windows. "Are you okay?"

That was her opening. In the afternoon she walked through the house, speaking softly with the maids, handing small gifts from the shops Adrian had bought her. She gave a new scarf to Rose, the young maid. “You look tired,” Cassandra said kindly. “Take this.” Rose’s eyes filled with grateful surprise. “Thank you, madam.” The maids noticed. The house watchers noticed. A different image of Cassandra appeared — softer, kind, generous. Exactly the mask she needed. Night came and the consultant arrived. He was smart, polite, and had a briefcase filled with charts. Vanessa was already waiting in the library when Cassandra brought him in. Vanessa gave Cassandra a small nod. The nod said go on.

But he stepped back, offering me his arm with flawless, old-world chivalry. "Let's go build your bridges, Cassandra." The Library at Elysium was a masterpiece of mahogany, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, and deep, wingback leather chairs. Usually, it was a space for quiet negotiation or solitary reading, but tonight, the furniture had been rearranged into a wide, inclusive circle. The flickering torches had been replaced by warm, steady lamplight, stripping away the shadows where secrets traditionally hid.