Kendra Lust Librarian Novels & Stories

‘WHAT A JOB!’ Karen exclaimed from her perch on the library steps. ‘I shouldn’t think anyone’s been up here for a decade.’ Hot, dusty, she had already spent three days at it but so far had only scratched the surface of the monumental task of correlating the vast amount of undocumented material.

POV: Sienna Rhodes The New York Public Library's special collections division closes at six on weekdays, which means I have been here since nine this morning and I have been given nine hours to find what I am looking for, which is either enough or not enough depending on whether what I am looking for wants to be found. I am looking for Helena Moreau Sterling. Not the person. The record of the practice.

Lucianne’s eyes snapped back to Xandar’s elated lilac ones as she exclaimed in a whisper, “This is La Librairie, isn’t it? The largest bookstore in the Kingdom!” Xandar’s eyes were also shining at the sight of Lucianne’s excitement, “It is. You’ve clearly heard of it.” Her eyes continued to scan the place while she explained, “I’ve read about it and seen pictures of it in the news. But the sight is still breathtaking.” She looked at the ceiling which was said to contain engravings of reputable authors of the past. She then looked at the pillars which had the most famous quotes of each century. She then uttered, “The twenty-eight-floor building which holds every book known to Lycans, werewolv

It’s been an hour of studying, Venus nor Snow have arrived, Lavender would occasionally look up after someone came into the library hoping to see one or the other. However, they never came, dinner was already coming, and they still haven't come. After finally finishing the 20+ pages from the Strange Magic the group of three started packing getting ready to leave. Lavender grabbed the book from Zander who had it now saying she was going to check it out to borrow for the night. I walked up to a different Liberian with luck it may be since the one probably though that I was crazy from before. “First and Last name, please.” She continued typing on her computer, knot having eye contact any time.

She stuffed a few items in her purse, threw on her jean jacket, and left the room. When Linda entered the Library twenty minutes later, she easily found Elsa pouring over several medical textbooks. All she had to do was look for the tallest pile of textbooks and the bent head loaded with ebony curls. She plopped down opposite of her almost startling her. „Linda?” Elsa raised her brow in surprise. Linda looked around the large hall, “Wow, I keep forgetting how big this place is.” Elsa grinned, “Maybe if you visited more often…” She kept her voice low for the sake of the other students near her. Linda waved a dismissive hand, “What for?” She did not attempt to quiet her voice. “Besides, won't

“The door isn’t locked. Come in.” He opened the door to find Kendra in front of her laptop, typing some notes. She was taking classes at the local community college to study to become an accountant when she wasn’t busy looking after Elara. Damien cleared his throat, and Kendra turned around to face him. “What?” Kendra asked. “Is that any way to greet your Alpha?” “Should I roll out the red carpet for you or something? Is that what you expect?” Kendra asked, not even bothering to get up from her chair.

Lila added with a shrug, “all the history books say Chronokeepers are dangerous. So, for now, we’re teaching you mana control. Contain your energy, sharpen your focus, and your attacks will grow stronger.” Lily’s gaze softened. “Next time you face Kira, you might be strong enough to stop her in her tracks.” I sighed, flopping onto my back. “That’s a big ‘might.’ That lady is powerful.” Lily’s expression flickered. “Kaid is in the library researching Chronokeepers. I should help him.” She vanished in a shimmer of light. Lily POV I appeared in the library, the musty scent of parchment and candle wax filling my nose. After a few minutes of searching, I found Kaid at the far end, balanced precar

Kinks: Blackmail fantasy, public risk, oral worship, glasses kink. In the hushed, dimly lit expanse of the grand library, the scent of aged parchment and dusty tomes filled the air. The soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead cast a cool glow on the polished wooden floors. Among the towering shelves, Laila, the librarian, was engrossed in a book, her eyes hidden behind her thick-rimmed glasses. Her fingers traced the pages, her cheeks flushed with a secret pleasure as she lost herself in the smutty tale.

The chime on the front door was comforting, the smell of books mincing with dust was intoxicating in a good way, the best way even. There are not too many people here and I like that. The old cranky librarian just retired so yes there was a very open vacancy that needs to be filled. “So?” Kael asks raising one eyebrow at me. “Yes!” I squeal and beam and he laughs because I might actually look like a puppy who was offered his best treat right now. “So, library it is.” He says as we walk out. “ We'd need official paperwork and stuff. After that you can start work anytime.”

Dim overhead lights cast long shadows between the rows, and the air carried that comforting, dusty scent of old paper and leather bindings. Lila Harper had worked the late shift at the circulation desk for three semesters. At 29, she was the youngest full-time librarian on staff, with sharp hazel eyes, shoulder-length chestnut hair often twisted into a loose bun, and a body that her modest cardigans and knee-length skirts couldn’t quite hide. She knew every quiet corner of the building, including which sections offered the most privacy after 9 p.m.