Free Black Women's Library Novels & Stories

"I'm glad. It sounds perfect." The following Tuesday, I walked into the library's community room. Around the table sat a handful of women—Agnes, a retired schoolteacher named Betty, a young mother named Sarah who desperately needed the adult conversation. They were discussing the first three chapters with a passion that was both earnest and endearing. There were no high stakes, no hidden agendas. Just a shared love of a story.

she asked. “That isn’t for someone like you.” the Liberian said. “I need to do research though for a story.” she said. “Still that isn’t for you.” the librarian stated. “Is there an age restriction on that section?” the girl asked. “No.,” was the replied she got.

There was no doubt in my mind that she had a hand in orchestrating the disaster that people were still gossiping about hours after the incident. "Knew I'd find you here" she who shall not be named says and drags out a chair rather loudly. The librarian gives her a look and she smiles sheepishly, turning her attention back to me. "So, this is not the reaction I was expecting." She whispers and I raise up my head to glare at her. "The library is going to close in the next thirty minutes, Bianca and some people, yes, people like me have use for it's resources, so go home, or oh, don't you have cheerleading practice?"

I winced, I had missed my next class,” I walked to a librarian and asked, “Excuse me. Did anyone check out a book recently?” She adjusted her glasses and shot me a cold look. “No one has checked out a book in weeks now. You kids are all occupied with your phones. This is a library but all they do here is use the WiFi. It is exhausting watching you abuse-” I took quiet steps away from her as she went further with her complaints. “Someone took it,” I said with conviction. But who?

“Now, sister, I encourage you to stay in the library. It is a sacred place to us. The monks are not allowed in. In his splendid glory, the Old King decreed our library off-limits to the monks. Therefore, you are safest here.” “I understand, sister.” Clarissa agreed. The nuns were lining up at the door. Bertha gave her a quick smile, attempting to be brave. Her voice quivered slightly as she offered, “the library is free for you to roam. Read, practice, or rest. Wait here. We will be back after we serve the monks lunch. If any books call to you, feel free to take them.”

"Not really. I just have one more thing to do. The library. I have to clean that place before some of the pack members get in there later in the night." My face brightened as I heard that she was going to the library to clean it up. Here I was thinking that I had no time. At least while she is cleaning and I'm helping her out, I will use the opportunity to go through some books. "Really? Then let's go. I'll help you to clean the place. I actually caught a glimpse of the place and I was excited to know that a library existed here," we walked together, heading towards the library. "So this thing they say about all Packs having a library in their home is true. I am glad to know that Wild Claw i

“Sorry, but I’m just doing my duty as a librarian so please just follow the rules and keep your phones. And also, Lucifer will surely get mad at you if ever he got disturbed. He’s so frightening when he’s mad so if I were you— “Fuck off! You don’t know to whom you’re dealing with so IF I WERE YOU, I’LL FUCK OFF NOW before I change my mind and take that fucking hairs on your scalp!” she said while continuously pushing me until I sank down on the floor. Her friend was about to kick me when the door opened. “What’s happening here?!” A lady about the age of 30 came inside the library carrying so many books with her. Her hair is green and she’s wearing an all-denim outfit.

“Thanks again.” She started across the floor, her steps growing slower the closer she got. Her fingers clenched around the library card as her heartbeat picked up. The room was just as Miss Ada described—a glass-walled space near the rear of the library, its doors framed in carved oak. Golden letters stretched across the glass in ornate script: Black Hollow Pack Records and History Ryleigh stopped in front of the door.

As we entered the room filled with an overwhelming number of books neatly arranged on long shelves, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The sheer volume of knowledge contained within these walls was staggering. She must have noticed my amazement because she smiled and said, "This, my dear, is the library. We have all the information about the moon goddess and their biography. Here, the legacy is preserved. These books hold the history, the wisdom, and the secrets of our lineage. Malika believes you have the potential to carry this legacy forward." She said while I stared in awe and amazement. As I gazed around the impressive library, my eyes were drawn to the countless books, each one s

she began to go on, “not a surprise since she’d always say her kind of paradise would be a library.” “So if you want, you can go upstairs to read that book you’re holding,” said someone beside me, her voice soft and light like a caress of a feather. I craned my neck to see a woman with unruly hair as red as blood and bright blue eyes, pointing her index finger up. “Only for a maximum of three hours for one book. Once the time is up, we will begin to charge you ten lums per hour," she told me with a set face.