Coral Gables Library Novels & Stories

He walked to the library. He stood outside for a moment, looking at the brick building. It looked solid. Permanent. He went inside. The smell hit him. Old paper. Glue. Dust. It smelled like the attic. It smelled like the archive. It smelled like home. Mrs. Gable was at the desk. She looked up. "Can I help you?" "I am Cale," he said. "I am here to... organize." "Oh! The volunteer? Elion said you might come by. Do you have experience with books?"

" When do we get to go?” I check my time and glance at our class schedule. " We don't have another lesson until later this afternoon. Why don't we go now” Coral is already on her feet before I get to finish my statement. We pack up our books and walk out of the library together. We head towards the woods where the library is located. “Why would they build a library so far away from any other building on campus?" Coral wonders aloud. “I mean, most people won't take the trouble of walking thirty whole minutes just to read a book."

Coronis happily gave her thumbs up in agreement, excitedly following Ethelbert like a child about to go out. Ethelbert took Coronis into room three to borrow books and immediately went to room ten. When he arrived, luckily, the book he needed had already been returned by Lily right before. Ethelbert smoothly took the book and went back to room three to find Coronis. On the way, he secretly imagined in his mind how she would look when she saw the books in the library. Coronis seems to be a girl who likes to read books and weird research things. That's why she wouldn't hate being friends with him, would she? She was probably now wide-eyed, gaping, and excitedly walking around Yophiel's vast li

Over the years, the amount of library attendance in here has reduced and this was solely caused by the establishment of the digital library which everyone now frequents. I like it, though. Less people, more space to do whatever I want. "Hey, sweetie," A voice calls from behind me and I turn immediately to see the old librarian, Cora, seated in her usual spot at the entrance of the library, behind her desk as she stares at me from her bespectacled eyes. "You are looking quite lost. Like you're in a chase or something." I give her a look of apology. I must have forgotten that that was her usual spot in my hurry to enter the library and shut the door behind me that I forgot about Cora's existen

“I am fine now. What are you doing here, anyway?” “I am here to submit my project to Mrs. Griffin.” “For the Marine house project? Damn, you completed it already?” “Yeah. Alright, so I'll get going now. See you later” Coral says and with a smile, she brushes past him. Coral does not expect to see Shane today, or nowhere on campus at all. He looks back and finds him staring at her. That makes her a bit uncomfortable. After submitting her work, Coral goes to the library to get herself a few books she requires. She smiles at Mrs. Patricia Nelson who is the librarian and has a little chat with her. “No holidays?”

"The ghosts in this house don't like to be kept waiting. And neither do I." The Library of Secrets The interior of Glenvair was a labyrinth of dim corridors where the shadows seemed to move of their own accord. Evelyn led them to the Great Library, a room that felt like the heart of the Vanderwall empire. It smelled of beeswax, ancient parchment, and a century of tobacco. On a massive oak table, centered under a single dim chandelier, lay a weathered leather portfolio.

There has to be more going on here than meets the eye. This note is only one more mystery on top of the others. During the tour, Gladys glossed over the library, barely mentioning it before pressing on. Could there truly be some type of devilry harbored there? Caleb isn’t sure, but with the note, he can’t take chances. Not with Harper. So he makes his slow, winding way to the library. Fortunately, when he arrives, the room is empty. Walking in, he takes in his surroundings. There’s a desk to one side. The walls are entirely lined with bookcases, tomes new and old lined up on the shelves. There’s two comfortable looking chairs and a loveseat with a blanket thrown over the back.

Then the two went up to the library side by side after saying goodbye to the parents. "Mom, Dad we just need to talk something." "Sure, go ahead." Mr. Ruiz waved his hand in agreement. Meanwhile, as Candy was sorting out the wedding invitations she noticed that the guest list was not there. She remembered that she had left it last night at the library so she hurried out of the room and walked down the hallway to the library. The library is at the end of the hallway next to a guest room. When she was in front of the library she heard two men talking inside. She recognized one of the voices and she was sure it was Kenneth. From the small opening in the door she peeked at who Kenneth was talkin

“You know what, you are so focus with one thing that you tend to lock yourself out from everything.” “I do not.” Gabriel started walking away, so I stood immediately and followed him with Edith, who still chose my company. “What are you doing here with Gabriel?” She answered me with her signs, keeping him company. I tapped her head telling her that she was doing good. We walked pass shelves after shelves, until we arrived at the far end corner of the library. There was no window for natural lighting in this area, so Gabriel had to lit a candlelight lamp. Five lamps were enough to set the whole corner alight, and I saw now where the other books were.

Certainly, there was a huge probability that I wouldn't be able to find anything meaningful, yet I chose to believe otherwise. A minute later Gael Romero entered the library to lead me to the Borda family's vast archives deep in the Borda mansion's underground. When I first heard where we were going I imagined long spiral stairs and hanging on the walls torches… but I found two elevators, full lightning, air conditioning and humidity detectors instead. The archives were heavily guarded. Gael and I could only walk inside because the Chairman gave us key card and a special identification to show to the standing by the door guards. We walked inside…