Cellar Books Novels & Stories

Stella whined as soon as I pulled her into what seemed to be a cellar: a few mice scurried past our legs, I barely reacted because I caught them too late but what in the heavens was this place? In the center were two shelves crashed against the other with books heaped beneath the ruin. Tattered clothed soaked in dried and crusty blood littered the ground, on the dusty table, there was a handwritten ledger I didn't bother to glance at, and there was also a child’s teddy. With each passing second the pungent smell in the air grew thicker. “You smell that?” “I think it's from the molds on the wall…they reek.” Stella wheezed behind me.

Celia I raised the lantern up in my hand as I looked up at the restricted section. There were shelves upon shelves of books here too, but unlike the colorful ones in the ordinary shelves, these seemed to emanate an ominous aura. There were books as slim as a finger and some as broad as my entire back in here. And it was not just the sizes that varied. Some had engravings on them, weird symbols while others looked old as time itself. Some had no title at all, while some spines had too many letters jumbled up together. I let out a sigh upon looking at the shelves, wondering where to begin.

I say, puffing out a sigh of relief. “Did you miss the part where I said you need money to buy it?” Jane retorts, spoiling my mood. “You’re broke in this prison, Don’s daughter.” “The Don’s daughter is never really broke,” I retort. After thirty minutes of walking around the hall, we leave for the canteen, which indeed has everything, I couldn’t be happier. We spend another hour browsing the canteen, then we move to a place they call the prison library. Jane spend thirty minutes showing me around, and I spend another thirty minutes trying to search for a BL novel. I didn’t find one. The only books are motivational and a few on growing flowers. What the fuck do I do with that? Plant roses in

"I need to meet him" "You definitely will" At last they were at the study. Gabriel swiped open the impressive door made out of sturdy oak with a key card and Selena cocked an eyebrow. "Really? Restricted access? What did your father stash in here?" Gabriel gave her a look. "Some people are just so particular about their privacy" Selena's mouth hung open as her eyes took in the shelves of books. So many books. A whole computer system stood in one corner of the spacious room.

I say sheepishly, wishing he’d stop talking “And that the Bishop of Greten himself confirmed your soulmate marks— “Oh, look!” I point at the high doors at the end of the stairs “Looks like we’re here!” I hurry down the stairs, and towards the dark metallic doors that look like the entrence of a cellar. All the uneasy feelings about my lesson earlier are forgotten in the wake of awe and curiously. I touch the heavy lock on the doors. The key hole is tiny. “This is the Underground Library, Lady Sigmond.” The guard tells me, coming to stand by my side “It’s a trove of forbidden knowledge, meant to be locked away from preying hands and eyes.”

ELENA’S POV The Citadel’s ancient library lay far beneath the white marble floors of the Grand Ballroom. It was a vast, subterranean labyrinth of cold stone arches and towering cedar shelves that stretched into the darkness. The air here was heavy with the scent of dried parchment, old leather, and dust that had settled over a century. While the upper tiers of the Citadel erupted in political panic over Tanya’s frozen assets, down here, the world was as quiet as a tomb.

-TRACK 5- SEASON OF THE LEECH All the rumors about the dark ritual shit that went on in the recording studio were true. Camilla had offered us free reign over her extensive book collection, an invitation which Johnny took full advantage of. I bet he carted at least thirty tomes down to the studio. They weren’t top choices from the bestseller lists, either. These books were fucking ancient, dusty old things bound in cracked leather, and paper so thin it might crumble to dust if you breathed on it the wrong way.

I giggled. "I think I'll read it too then." "You should. What's the next book?" "ENTER THE DRAGON by CLIVE CUSSLER." All the books were marked with a white X by the side so they were easier to find and place side by side. "Finally. YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN by JEAN HAFF KORELITZ." "That one's deep." All the books had one thing in common: they all had sprinkles and bits of thrillers in them.

His instincts told him he was in the right spot. Adam surveyed the dimly lit cellar, estimating the worth of the wine glasses to be anywhere between $15,000 and $60,000. The room was secluded, shielded from any disturbances like noise, vibrations, or odors, and had excellent ventilation. The temperature indoors was a chilly 50-60 degrees Fahrenheit, not quite freezing but definitely cold. As Adam's gaze fell upon the enormous painting near the glass cellars, he couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine.

The windows faced the gardens, and the morning light was golden and warm and poured across the reading chairs like honey. She ran her fingers along the spines. Classics, histories, business books that probably belonged to Alexander. Nothing that looked even remotely interesting. “Where do they keep the fun books?” She moved to a different shelf where the light didn't quite reach. There were older volumes here—paperbacks mixed with hardcovers, spines cracked from actual use instead of just decoration. “This is more like it.” She crouched down, scanning titles. A thriller, a mystery and finally a romance with a cover so embarrassingly dramatic she almost laughed out loud. She reached for it an