E Readers Library Books Novels & Stories

Books were her second friend after mom, she'll read anything or everything that caught her eye. Having no friends since childhood, she was always alone with her book when her mother was in the hospital. After going through the front page it caught her attention and was immersed in it, biting her burger and sipping her iced coffee. Giggling by herself, she forgot she was in their school library. *** Edward "Ed, staying at the library again?" Elliot asked him, concerned about his friend. "Yep," Ed answered shortly while packing his books. "Why won't you just skip it, nobody would know," Eliot suggested with a pitiful look on his face.

I whispered, gesturing to the table full of people staring at us. “They’ll be fine.” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me to a table. The conversation flowed easy but beneath it simmered something likely to set my skin on fire. Eirik’s gaze held a hunger—searching, probing. “Have you seen the old library yet?” he asked, looking at my bags from the book store. “No. not yet, I went to the store down the road though and I loved it there, is the library any better?” His smile darkened. “Far surpasses the book store, but it’s off the beaten path. There’s hidden rooms—books only the town founders have read. Maybe I could show you sometime?”

He hissed, staggering, but didn’t drop the makeshift weapon. Books exploded from the Librarian’s chest like shrapnel—fat tomes spinning end‑over‑end, paperbacks whistling like bricks, and loose pages turning to razor‑edged confetti. “Down!” Grant shouted. We hit the drift. A dictionary the size of a concrete block shrieked past my ear, slamming into the ground where my head had been, crushing a mound of pages into paste. The librarian reared back, chains writhing. “AUTHORS ARE RESOURCES,” it thundered. “NOT OPERATORS. NOT FREE.”