Leonard Library Brooklyn Novels & Stories

I shake my head and close my eyes to avoid his that are currently looking into my soul. The sun is up when I wake up the following day. My husband is nowhere to be seen. “Where is Leonard?” I ask Lord Duke when I meet him. “He left an hour ago, Ma’am.” I can feel my anger rising. I was a fool to think otherwise, he is still a bastard. “Of course he did,” I can’t help but sneer. I don’t know why I thought things had changed between us. “We will be moving your stuff to the master bedroom, Ma’am.”

He stood up from his desk, smoothing out his suit jacket as he made his way to the door, with his packed briefcase. “Goodnight Mr Leonard.” Rachel, who was typing away on her computer, looked up from the screen, hearing those familiar footsteps. “Have a nice evening.” She said after seeing her boss was prepared to call it a day. Leonard nodded and walked out of the office, making his way to the parking lot. As he emerged from the building, he was greeted by the warm sunshine and the sound of cars driving by. The Friday evening commute had turned the streets of Lower Manhattan into a sea of brake lights and honking horns. The Banks' enterprise, located in the heart of the Financial District,

Leonardo’s condo was situated at Park Avenue. It took them approximately ten minutes to get to his apartment. His condo was at an elegant 90-story building that enriched the city’s famous skyline and showed the breathtaking views of Central Park and the Hudson River visible from the top. Viola was tired and sleepy. She had been skeptical about leaving Lyra but she was sure she was in good hands and she needed to rest after such a long and tiring day. She had dozed off a few times in the car, Leonardo had gently tapped her when they reached his apartment and gently brought her out of the car.

Leonard hung up and immediately called his sister, Judith. He needed a way to get his bags to Ophelia’s apartment, and he didn't even have enough money to pay for a taxi or a van. "Judith, I need a favor," Leonard said quickly. "I’m out. The house is gone. I need you to tell your boyfriend, Fred, to bring his car. I have several large suitcases and some things I couldn't leave behind. I need him to pick me up right now and take me to Ophelia’s."

Damian responded, his hold on me tightening with each passing second, it was almost as though he was afraid I would slip away. “Oh, is that so?” Leonard voiced, mocking Damian's retort. “Why don't we let her decide?” Leonard continued, both their gazes shifting to me as they awaited my response. Just as I was about rejecting Leonard's offer to chat, he interrupted. “Before you decide, I'd like to hear your opinion on the strangely placed bookshelf at the end of the hallway in the north wing of the estate” Damian's face twisted in confusion and annoyance as he continued verbally attacking his uncle. I was stunned into silence as I pondered on Leonard's words, wondering how he managed to find

Fearing that Michael would pester him again, he said, "Alright, I don't want to talk to you anymore. I still have things to do. Bye!" Meanwhile, in the hospital, Leonard was lying on the bed with his eyes covered. He couldn't see anything and he was in so much pain that he was on the verge of going mad. Just then, the door of the ward was pushed open, and his assistant came in with food. "Mr. Floyd, I brought you something to eat." "I don't want to eat!" Leonard waved his hand irritably. "Hey, any news on what I told you to do?" Leonard liked to seek revenge for the smallest grievance immediately, so his assistant didn't dare delay. "I sent someone to keep an eye on Braelynn yesterday and fo

Once the food was delivered and they had all eaten, Leonard drove the two women and Wilbur to the International Market for Herb. It was an incredibly big market that covered a thousand acres of land with countless shops and endless crowds. Leonard drove to the liveliest area and stopped before the biggest, two-story shop. He pointed at the shop and said smugly, "You see that? That's mine. It's the biggest shop for medical ingredients here." Wilbur looked up and saw the words "Royal Hall of Herb" above the entrances. Just then, Leonard got out of the car and led the others into the Royal Hall of Herb.

Chapter 49 – Public Display Aaron pulled into the parking lot of the large public library a few blocks from school. The building glowed softly under the early evening lights, its tall glass windows revealing rows of students still studying inside. Leon shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat, the oversized hockey jersey still swallowing his frame and the bandages on his knees pulling with every small movement. “I need to pick up something,” Aaron said casually, turning off the engine. “Won’t take long.” Leon frowned. “Can’t you just drop me off first?”

We passed a few guards toward the Grand Hall. You look like you’re chewing stone, Primus," a voice said beside me. I didn’t turn. I didn’t have to. I knew the owner of that annoying voice ringing in my ear already. Leonard. The Leader of The Order. I let out a slow breath. "What do you want?" “A moment?” I didn’t stop walking. “Walk and talk.” Levi snorted under his breath, falling back a step as Leonard caught up beside me. "To speak. About your Luna."

“She gave balls, galas, parties, charity events, fund-raisers of every stripe. She actually had a heart and a conscience. She was the human face of an otherwise very imposing old firm. She held a gala one year to raise money for a literary charity at the NYPL—” “Holy shit, you worked at the NYPL?” “Fifth Avenue, Main Branch,” he said with barely concealed pride. “With Lenox and Astor?” she asked, naming the two famous lions that guarded the legendary library.