Kendra Lust Librarian Novels & Stories

“Ah—sorry.” “For what?” “I-it’s... Forget it.” “Come on. You said you wanted to go to the library, right?” “Of course.” A few minutes later, we reached the front of the major library. We both got out of the car and rushed inside. A woman who was the keeper of the library welcomed us kindly. Red glasses always perched on her pretty face. “It’s rare to see you, Ara. Is there anything you need to look for?” asked the woman with the name tag ‘Hyuna Kwon’.

Melinda's and Kieran's sharp, piercing eyes, scanned the endless rows of books. Zora led them around the library, pointing out the different sections and genres. There were books on philosophy, science, art, and history, each one meticulously cataloged and arranged on the shelves. The titles were written in elegant calligraphy, and the bindings were richly adorned with gold leaf and embossed lettering. Kieran and Melinda were overwhelmed by the sheer size of the collection, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer amount of knowledge that was contained within these walls.

Just stories of war and how witches are evil and should be feared. She needed more information and that was when it clicked. “The Internet…” Kiara whispered to herself again. This time she ignored the staring of the librarian. “Kaylee?” The librarian called out. “Kiara.” She corrected her. “Right. It's getting late and the library is going to close soon?” Kiara knew she had the right to stay till the middle of the night if she wanted to but even she knew there was no hope in this room of bookshelves. So she did the only reasonable thing she could.

They did not talk in the restricted corridor. Lyra took the book from his hands, replaced it in the case, and reattached the broken clasp with a small repair tool she apparently carried as a matter of routine. Then she gestured for Kael to follow, leading him back through the rotating shelf door and into the main library. The librarian glanced up. Lyra showed him her faculty access card. He nodded and looked back down. She led Kael up the main staircase to the third floor, the quietest part of the library. No other students were there. The shelves held oversized volumes too large for standard cases, atlases, architectural records, and old survey maps that almost nobody needed regularly.

The number of books in that study is enough to open a library. “Is this your library?” I asked her, still gaping around like a lost fish. “This is my study, the library is by the other end of the house.” She said and she made her way to her seat and that's when I took a proper look towards where she headed, of a truth it's her study, “have a seat Karma,” she told me and I sneered at her. “It's Dr. Kuntz to you Judge Bergmann,” She looked at me for a while.