Inside The Library Novels & Stories

“This way.” Inside was worse. If I thought the outside of this fortress was beautiful, the inside was taken from a Disney world. Beautiful with marble floors and bright chandeliers with golden light. The air smelled faintly of smoke and something expensive I couldn’t name. We stopped at a set of double doors. The man opened them and gestured. “In here. He’s waiting.” He. I stepped forward. The room was a library. Tall shelves stretched to the ceiling, with books enough to make my son Alessio the happiest boy in the world.

Elias didn’t let me rest long on the table. My body was still pulsing around his cock when he pulled out, a fresh trickle of his cum leaking from me. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me deeper into the restricted section, the rare books room at the back of the library. The heavy door creaked open. Inside, glass cases held priceless first editions, and tall rolling ladders leaned against the highest shelves. The air smelled older here, dust and leather and secrets.

Lucas's pov: I entered the huge library, carefully decorated with high shelves, each carrying a specific quantity of books all arranged accordingly. The room was quite spacious, rolls of bookshelves meeting the wall edges. I walked straight to an enclosed space, lifting a book from a shelf by my left, I took out a key underneath it. The key was meant for my study room located inside the enclosed door. Twisting the keyhole cautiously, a slight sound was created and I pulled the door open from outside.

BUT THIS ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• IS PRESENT DAY. ANYWAYS, PLEASE ENJOY! ༻☆✫☆༺ The Goodwill library was a sanctuary of knowledge and silence. Tall wooden shelves lined the walls, filled with countless books that whispered secrets of the past and promises of the future. The soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of pages turning created a soothing atmosphere. Students were scattered throughout the library, some hunched over their computers, others buried in textbooks, all lost in their own worlds of study and contemplation.

With a shared nod, they stepped inside, the air shifting to a musty blend of old parchment and incense. The library was a labyrinth of towering shelves, each laden with dusty tomes and peculiar artifacts—a glass orb swirling with mist, a dagger etched with runes, a chalice that hummed faintly. The only sound was the soft rustle of pages turning somewhere deep within, as if the books themselves were alive. Aria’s grip tightened on Rollan, her heart thudding as they ventured further.

I asked her, and she wouldn't say anything, but her eyes would turn glassy. There are four rooms here. Two of which I have access to, and two of which my mother forbade me from entering. I come out through a short flight of stairs that—to normal passersby—is connected to a six-story apartment across the road. Within five minutes, I am entering the old library. "Evening, Trinity," I greet the old librarian, who is sitting in an armchair behind a table, reading a human book—Twilight. It's funny how they thought we were non-existent until we weren't.

I was already halfway to the door, not giving her a chance to argue. The library was across the quad, a big stone building crammed with dusty shelves and study tables. I slipped inside, the smell of old books hitting me like always. It was quiet, just a few students hunched over laptops or whispering in corners. I scanned the rows, but no Lanvin. I texted him: *Where are you?* His reply came fast: “Back of the fourth row. Hurry.”

she breathed. Kevin’s mouth twitched faintly. “Literature section. Second floor.” Inside, Alicia’s eyes drank in everything, the vast lobby, the rows upon rows of books, the polished floors that reflected the light streaming through high windows. “Wow…” she whispered. Kevin’s gaze flicked toward her this time, amused at her wide-eyed wonder. “Elevator’s this way.” Her surprise grew tenfold when the elevator doors opened with a soft ding. “There’s an elevator? In the library?” Her jaw nearly dropped. She was surprised as her dormitory and her department have no elevator.

Because apparently, that was something I did now. Trust Theodore. The thought made me stop. Trust. That was a dangerous word. Because trust was something I hadn’t given easily after Lucas. And somehow, Theodore had earned pieces of it without even asking. Upstairs, he opened a door I hadn’t paid much attention to before. I stepped inside. And froze. It was a library. A beautiful one. Floor-to-ceiling shelves. Comfortable chairs. A huge window overlooking the city. I looked back at him. “What is this?”

Nathanial and I exchanged a look of determination and moved carefully around the perimeter, searching for a way in. Suddenly, I spotted a faint shimmer in the air near a corner of the building. It was barely visible, but there it was—a break in the barrier. With cautious steps, we approached and slipped through the invisible gap. Inside, the library was dimly lit, dust motes dancing in the beams of light filtering through cracks in the walls. The air was thick with the scent of old books and forgotten knowledge. Shelves stretched high, filled with ancient tomes, their leather bindings cracked and worn.