Gentleman's Library Novels & Stories

“Then, shall we call it a night? “ He went straight to the door and said, “I will come back tomorrow to tutor you. By the way, muffin, I brought the books you requested on our last session. It’s on the small office inside this library.” I nodded slowly, “Okay…Thank you…” Gerber escorted Count Vlad out of the mansion. Atlas got back on her chores while I was left inside the library, searching for the door to the office that Lord Minir was talking about. As I was strolling through the wide shelves, the smell of aged books mixed with dust the lingered in my nostril. None of them must have used the library that’s why it’s this dirty. The cobwebs are untouched, sleeping in their own homes in the

The ancestral manor of the Sterling-Vane family was silent, save for the crackle of the fireplace and the deliberate, heavy footsteps of its master. Gideon stood by the mahogany bookshelf, his eyes tracing the spine of a leather-bound volume, though his focus was entirely on the woman kneeling in the center of the library.

We passed by a doorway where I caught a glimpse of a poker table mid-play. A man in a sharp blue suit looked up as we passed, holding a hand of cards and a glass of bourbon. He winked at me. Misha subtly shifted to block the view, making me heave a sigh of relief. Renaldi pushed open a pair of heavy oak doors. “This is the library.” It was massive. There were many shelves of aged leather, handwritten ledgers, and framed contracts under glass. A spiral staircase wound up the side like a snake around a tree. The fireplace flickered low. It looked more like a strategic planning room than a reading space.

What’s with the boys and giving looks, she thought. “Riley skipped the class to drop off Michael to his home. And she said she’d go back to her place. And I don’t like attending the class without them-” he looked into her eyes. “-so I thought of looking up some books to prepare for the tournament. I didn’t know you would be here.” He nodded and handed her the book he was looking at. She glanced at it and realized he was picking books for her. She started checking the first few pages of the book. Out of the blue, he asked, “Have you ever made out with someone in the library?”

We walk past a hallway, past offices with large windows, and soon we arrive at a set of mahogany double doors which Gypsy pushes open, revealing two desks at each end and another door in the middle. The lady, knocks once on the door and pushes it in, revealing a large office, a large desk, and Marciano leaning on it while he goes through something on his iPad. He's not wearing a jacket, and his sleeves are rolled all the way to his elbows. If it wasn’t for the scar running along his side, he could pass for any powerful CEO in the city. The kind people trusted. The kind people underestimated. He doesn’t lift his gaze when I enter and take a seat. But when he finally does, it’s to tell the lad

The manor itself was something out of a historical drama, all stone and ivy with manicured gardens stretching as far as I could see. Holy shit. I knew Preston came from money, but this was something else entirely. A butler opened the car door for me, and I tried not to gawk as we made our way inside. The entrance hall alone was bigger than my entire apartment, with crystal chandeliers and oil paintings . "Master Preston," an elderly woman in uniform greeted us. "Your grandfather is waiting in the library." We followed her through a maze of corridors until we reached a room lined floor to ceiling with books. Sitting in a leather armchair by the fireplace was an older man who looked remarkably

"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.

He gives me a bright smile "On second thought, maybe you should read a little about it." Is that a compliment or an insult? I don't understand the people of the royal family. "Thanks," I say flatly "Moon Held, Lukas." After a short bath and changing into the same nightgown as yesterday, I pick up the book I'd asked for from the library. 101 ways to be a proper noble Lady. I curl up on the couch in the same place as yesterday, the sound of cackling fire creating a soothing aura in the room. As I read on about the proper way of greeting a gentleman of lower status than you, but still of nobel birth, my mind starts to wander.

* None felt like potential allies. The library was a vast, echoing chamber, smelling of dust, parchment, and beeswax. Tall windows offered grey light, illuminating towering shelves crammed with leather-bound tomes. A massive oak table dominated the center. An elderly man with a wispy white beard and spectacles perched on his nose looked up from a ledger, surprise registering on his face. “Lady Vivian?” He stood, offering a respectful, if slightly bewildered, bow. Master Fenwick, the castle librarian, according to her borrowed memories. A man who valued his books far more than courtly intrigue. “An unexpected… pleasure. How may I assist you?”

As he walked into the library which had a majestic staircase which curved and veered upwards onto other floors stacked with books, like a toothpick with lots of grilled pork attached to it. “You have to drop your bags over - there,” the chief librarian - a fat woman who found it hard to breath and spoke through her nose said. “We appreciate bibliophiles and bibliomaniacs but not thieves.” Gerey stuttered for a second. How was he going to smuggle Jeyrin in. Little did he know that...