Kern County Library Login Novels & Stories

Something that felt like pain. Hours passed. The sun set. Maya fell asleep in her chair, her book opened on her lap. I was about to wake her when the library door opened. Kieran stood in the doorway. His shirt was stained with chemicals. His eyes found mine immediately. "Soren sent me to get a book," he said quietly. "Medical reference. Top shelf, near the window." I stood up carefully, not wanting to wake Maya. "I'll help you find it." We walked to the far corner of the library, where tall shelves reached up to the ceiling. Kieran scanned the titles, his finger trailing along the spines. I stood beside him, close enough to feel the heat from his body.

I considered the question seriously. "No. Scared thoughts, maybe. Confused thoughts. But not second thoughts." The door opened again, and Kylan and Kieran entered, both looking pleased with themselves. "How did it go?" Kai asked. "Library access is all set up," Kylan reported. "They have an entire section on siren lore that most people aren't allowed to access. Being mates to a king has its privileges." "And the school is excited to have the kids," Kieran added. "Apparently, they don't get many human children, so it'll be a good learning experience for everyone."

he said, his voice perfectly level, devoid of any inflection that could be read as anger or defense. Kevin let out a short, wet laugh that turned to steam before it reached his shoulder. "The park belongs to the city council, Kai. My cousin is the junior warden for the western district. He’s the one who signs the vouchers for the coal they use to heat the keeper’s lodge." He stepped six inches closer, his leather glove coming out to rest against the lowest branch of the yew, causing a small shower of snow to fall between them like a white curtain. "The girl from the library isn't going to make it to Friday morning. The attorney is filing the supplementary statements at five. They found her f

The login screen appeared. Kieran gave me another code. I typed it in. The system opened. Hundreds of folders. Years of files. I searched for keywords. Omega. Integration. Testing. Program. Nothing came up. "Try different terms," Kieran said. "They wouldn't label it obviously." I tried: Project. Initiative. Study. Research. Still nothing. Then I tried: Asset Management. Three folders appeared. I opened the first. It was full of medical records. Suppressant prescriptions. Hormone level tracking. All coded with student ID numbers instead of names.