Eloise May Library Novels & Stories

Now, the house stood quiet and untouched, almost forgotten by time. But Ophelia hadn’t forgotten. She knew those books were waiting for her. And it was time to go back. The next morning, Ophelia dressed simply, tying her hair back and slipping on a pair of flats. She didn’t want to be seen, especially not by anyone in the Gray family. Her goal was simple: get in, retrieve her grandmother’s books from Rosehill Cottage, and disappear unnoticed. She walked quietly through the side path lined with hedges, her heart thudding as she approached the familiar white-and-blue cottage nestled beside the Gray mansion. But before she could reach the gate, a loud, cheerful voice called out behind her.

He even liked that she ate the same sandwich every single day because trying something new felt like too much work for the week. Zoe did not know what to do with someone who liked all of that. She went to find him in the campus library archives that afternoon. The lower floor was dim, and the air smelled faintly of old paper. She had not known this section existed until a librarian directed her there with casual confidence. Eli sat at a long table with a stack of bound manuscripts beside him. He wore white gloves, carefully turning the pages of something that looked older than both of them. "Hey," she said, keeping her voice low.

- I tell her while I walk out of the bedroom. Tim and Joseph are with Olivia’s mother and the kids outside. “Better ?” - Joseph asks. “Yes” - I say walking past them towards the car. The drive to the library was smooth. I could breathe now. I know she is okay and we will be together soon. For the rest of our life. I walk into the library and I am instructed where to go. Everything looks beautiful here. Olivia did a great job. She will be proud. Everything in white and light pink. It looks divine.

Alphonse took Eleanor to the imperial library since he knew that she loved to read, he guessed that it would help her forget all the bad event that happened. And to his delight she had glithering wide eyes at the sight of the enormous library. She looked around excited like a little girl and occasionally looked back at him like a kid making sure with his parents, that he was allowed to play with a toy.

A small part of me didn't believe any of this but I wasn't ready to call his bluff yet, till I knew my family would be safe from whatever Aiden was planning. “Take them inside the library,” Ellie ordered as we got to where she sat. Silently, Hayden and I followed Jon as he led to a door and pushed it open. The library’s interior was entirely different from the large room we had been in a few seconds ago. The interior had a serene feeling with its high ceilings and large windows that let sunlight pour through the panes. The walls were lined with wooden shelves that stretched to the end of the room, packed with books of every shape, size, and color.

"He brought three crates of fresh stationery and wooden organizers. He claims the library catalog needs a strict color-coded filing system." Cassian chuckled, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out the brass master key. "Let's open up." Elowen stood beside Cassian as he fitted the heavy key into the lock of the main entrance. With a solid, satisfying click, the deadbolt retracted. Cassian pushed the heavy oak door open, stepping back to let Elowen enter first. Sunlight was already streaming through the high arched oak leaf window, throwing vibrant patterns of emerald green, deep amber, and brilliant gold across the polished concrete floor. The air inside smelled faintly of fresh timbe

Seeing her in the fresh is not that bad Elise thought. Elise is diligently scanning the area. She saw a small book store two shops away from them. She decided to go there first alone and ask Alicia for permission. "Alicia, Can I go to check the bookstore out there?" "Why? Are you needing something? But Martha is not here yet" "I just want to see if they have pretty book covers just like in the library at the orphanage." “Hmm. Let’s wait for Martha then I will go with you later.” The two girls decided to wait at the sweet shop because Martha was taking a long time. They sat facing each other and Alicia started to speak.

Camila had invited Matteo to the estate for a late-afternoon strategy session. Something to do with donor placement and the Foundation’s upcoming portfolio. Elise hadn’t been asked to join. She didn’t ask why. But when she passed the library and heard Matteo’s voice — low, deliberate — she didn’t stop. She just walked away. — By dusk, the library was supposed to be empty. It wasn’t. She stepped inside without hesitation. The room smelled of old leather and cedar polish. Low light pooled across the rug, softening the carved furniture into suggestion. A decanter glinted like a forgotten temptation.

There was only one person that she could always talk to in that family, but couldn't anymore. Eloise tears her eyes away from the empty space of her bookshelf that contains the Little Women book and her eyes land on her cousin. She shook her head and gave him an innocent smile. She tied her hair into a low bun as she wore the copper wire bracelet. “I'm fine. Just anxious for school and worried if I might pass or incredibly fail.” she replied before walking over to her wardrobe and grabbing a leather jacket.

“It knows who lives here—and who once did. It learns names fast.” “Is that supposed to comfort me?” “No,” he said simply. “It’s supposed to make you careful.” He gestured for me to follow him. “Come. The master has left instructions for your research.” The library looked different in daylight: less like a cathedral, more like a maze. Dust motes danced in shafts of gray light. On the central table sat a stack of old ledgers bound in black leather. “These contain what you came for,” Elias said. “Family records, maps, correspondence. His lordship believes you’ll find them useful.”