Leonard Library Brooklyn Novels & Stories

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.

At the end of the day, I went to the library again. Partly because I actually needed to study. Partly because I’d started pretending that Tyler showing up there was an unpredictable inconvenience instead of a possibility I had begun to account for. He didn’t arrive straight away. For forty minutes it was just me, my notes, the quiet scratch of pens, and the low library hum of people trying not to be noisy enough to get thrown out. Leonard was there too, across from me, working through physics problems with the expression of frustration. He looked up once and said, “You are checking the door too often.”

If anyone peeked in, they’d think nothing had changed. At the safehouse, William stood over a spread of maps, eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. Adrian returned with an update, his coat damp from the drizzle outside. “Sir,” Adrian said, setting down his phone, “we tracked the van to a cluster of warehouses by the old river port. But there’s heavy security—Leonard’s expecting trouble.” William’s gaze hardened. “He’ll get more than trouble.” Sofia approached, tablet in hand. “Sir, my people confirm activity at those warehouses. Leonard’s consolidating something big—possibly a shipment. If Lily’s there, he’s keeping her close.”

Nicholas hauls his brother up, throws him over his shoulder, and takes him inside. Leon's bedroom is minimalist, with two tall, expansive windows that let in the moonlight. There is a desk scattered with paintbrushes, a large table, and a large couch. His brushes, paints, and canvas are all over the room. Nicholas puts him in his bed and covers him. Leon is groaning and mumbling incoherently. But eventually, he falls asleep, his mouth breathing one name, Brooklyn.

Swallowing hard, I stepped back from the doorway, wordlessly granting him entrance. He stepped inside and took a deep breath. “Ava, I—” “Ava! Chris! Wait!” We turned to see Leonard jogging up the pathway with a basket in hand—cheese and apples, no doubt. Chris’s shoulders slumped a bit, but I was glad for the distraction. “Come in, Leonard,” I said, waving him inside. Leonard stepped into the living room, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the tense atmosphere. The basket, which he had just been holding out to me, fell back to his side.

She finally asked as they headed towards the field, she wasn't able to see Leonard's house fully as they took an elevator from his room downstairs but she could tell it was massive when they were outside and also by the size of Leonard's room. It was two times the size of Bella's room, it had a really big bathroom, that had two toilets, two showers, and a Jacuzzi that had a television at the side. Leonard carried her bridal style to the jacuzzi some hours back after what had transpired between them, it was the first time she was watching the television in a long while and she chose to watch a cartoon which Leonard didn't seem to mind as he seemed more interested in being cuddled up with her

As though he was waiting for his call, Leonard picked up the call at once. "Hello, Guy," he greeted and paid attention to his tone. "Guy, I want to go and look for my woman. I believe she is carrying my baby." Leonard was always afraid that he might do something regretful whenever he sounded like that. "I'm coming over," he said and cut the call. Twenty minutes later, Leonard strode into Brian’s office without knocking. He found his friend not at his desk, but pacing before the floor-to-ceiling windows, his silhouette tense against the skyline of Cascade Wood.

I had told him when I became Luna that he didn't have to lower his head when it was just the two of us, mostly because we spent so much time together that I was sure he'd develop neck problems if he did. Reed pulled up and parked in front of the oldest brick building in town, the library. While this place did house books on strategies, werewolf history and our records of the war, it was also our command center. A sign hung out front of the two story building that read, Private Collection: Appointment Only just in case any humans were travelling through town and tried to enter.

"Who is he?" "His name is Leonard. He's known as the 'Little Overlord' of the New York social scene. He has huge connections and a strong background. If you get on his good side, you can pretty much go anywhere in this town," Hazel explained. Kelsey's interest was instantly piqued. "Your company needs capital, right? If Leonard agrees to help, getting a bank loan is just a word away for him," Hazel added. Kelsey was excited now. Lionel, listening, clicked his tongue. "He's so young, but he's really powerful!"