Inside The Library Novels & Stories

Kieran and Melinda turned to face him, their argument forgotten for the moment as they prepared to rejoin Zora. ********** As they entered the library, the warm glow of the light bulbs overhead welcomed them into the grandiose space. The walls were lined with towering shelves, each filled to the brim with books of all shapes and sizes. The smell of old parchment and ink permeated the air, giving the space a comforting, familiar feel.

the message read. “This is my chance to find out what Alma is up to, I can't miss it” I ignored Haze's message, slipping my phone in the pocket of my trousers. I gently pushed the door open, the library was illuminated by the soft glow of a crystal chandelier, Heavy drapes covered the windows. The air was filled with the smell of polished wood and old paper. I've always liked the library, its towering shelves that were filled with books that had secrets to share, although I hardly ever come to the Hernandez library, I wonder what kind of books they stacked in here.

LYRA As I step through the library doors, I inhale deeply, the musty smell of old books is one of my favorite things. The she-wolf behind the desk offers me a fake smile as I pass her desk and make my way to the computers in the center of the library. Taking a seat at the only free computer, I make the mistake of glancing back and the front desk and the woman behind it is glaring at me. A shutter travels up my spine as I try not to think about which one of my mates she may have been involved with before I came along.

She said with heads inclined in a soft bow. “Okay, it's a yes or no question. Find out from the Alpha if its something I can skip, if it is, then tell him that I am buried in the library searching for something.” I stated and headed towards the library. It was almost night fall and the library was located in the innermost part of the room which made it dark even by day so I had to carry a lamp. “Library is closed, Luna.” The guards standing by the library door informed as I got there and I squinted my eyes in a questioning manner.

I keep my head down as I make my way toward the library. Once inside the main library, I drift toward the reading lounge, pretending to leaf through a thick botany book. I wait several more minutes, eyes anxiously flicking toward the arched windows and the double doors to see if anyone else is entering. When it’s clear that no one is coming, I shut the book and quietly push it back onto the shelf.

Marry said and started walking before Angela asked her something. Angela took her phone and started following her. Marry lead her to the second floor then went towards a white door. "It is the library," Marry said and opened the door then went inside. Angela looked at the door and saw something written above the door. Angela went a little close to read the words. My little dream world Angela read it. "Ma'am, come inside" Marry called her. Angela entered the library and as Marry said indeed it is a big library. The room was full of books. And a beautiful flower-decorated chair was beside the window. It was a glass window.

He returned the bottle into his bag and followed his companions as they made their way into the library. If beauty was a damsel, then Bola was sure that he would have married her long ago and they would have lived in a palace far from this shambles. The magnificent grace of the library outside must have been a way to keep people from venturing close and asking questions. While the outside shimmered with a white radiance, the inside was a war of dust and cobwebs, with rats feasted on what the passing years has left behind. “What happened here?” Cassandra’s voice broke into a sob as she studied the fallen shelf and the scrolls that littered the floor.

“I checked again during class. One of my old friends said she’s in the library. She usually spends her breaks there.” “Let’s hope she hasn’t left,” Kehlani murmured. The library sat at the far end of the building, tucked behind a heavy wooden door that muted the outside world. Inside, it was silent, except for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional shuffle of pages turning. They entered quietly. Rows of shelves stretched before them, each one crammed with books and shadows. Kehlani scanned the aisles while Sandra whispered directions. “There,” she said, pointing toward a corner desk tucked between the fiction section and the windows. A girl sat hunched over a thick textbook,

The kind that comes when a person finally turns into exactly what you always knew they were. Then the moment is gone, and we’re running: West Hall, left turn, library. The house is too big for this kind of urgency. Too old. Too full of rooms built for privacy and power and men deciding things behind closed doors. Every door we pass feels like part of the same disease. Megan reaches the library first and slams both hands against the frame of an enormous oil portrait. The panel beside it clicks. A door opens inward. Good girl. Inside is a small boardroom, an oval table, three monitors, and one console on the far wall already glowing blue.

I found the library by accident two hours later. I’m not looking for it. I’m learning the estate the way I learn everything, walking it before anyone’s moving, mapping the exits, the hallways, which floors creak, and which ones don’t. The library is at the end of the east corridor, door left open, warm light coming from inside. I go in because I can’t not. There’s a book already open on the reading table. Not left for me, abandoned mid-session, someone’s research was interrupted. I glance at the page without meaning to.