Leonard Library Brooklyn Novels & Stories

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.”

Lily removed her damp coat, hanging it on a rusted hook by the door, but her mind was far from rest. William gestured for Justin to sit at a metal table under the harsh light of a single lamp. “You’re going to tell us everything,” William said, his voice low but unyielding. “And if I even think you’re holding something back, you’ll regret it.” Justin nodded quickly, his hands trembling as he rubbed them together. “I’ve told you most of it already… Leonard moves people through the docks, but the main facility is inland, hidden under an abandoned hospital. That’s where he keeps… the ones they can’t move quickly.”

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

"This is my own way of carrying him along. I said we will not visit it often, you said we will. I'm learning fast from you." "Ha! Is that how you are seeing it?" "Of course. Before you accuse me of Hedonophobia. King Solomon Haven here we come," Brian said and laughed again. Leonard's House Leonard was infuriated. Brian’s nonchalant laughter crackled through the phone, a stark contrast to the cold dread pooling in Leonard’s stomach. A swarm of anxieties began to eat away at his composure. “This isn’t a joke, Brian,” Leonard said, his voice low and tight, straining to keep his anger in check. “This is a multi-million dollar project. You don’t just ambush your father with a ‘surprise’ venue.”

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!"

She put the compass back in her pocket. Took his hand. They stood on the corner of Atlantic and 4th in Brooklyn and watched the ground open and something begin. The Thomas Emmanuel Brooks Library. Three names on a door that had not been built yet. Three generations arriving at one corner. And a woman standing in the middle of it all. Her father's daughter. All the way through. Still. And always.

✿ CHAPTER 24 ✿ Leonard's car stopped right in front of my house. "Thank you, sir" I quickly got out of the car "Amelia" Leonard called out to me. "Yes?" I turned around I noticed him bringing out something from his suit pocket "Huh, how did you get this?" I thought I had lost my ID somewhere, what was it doing with Leonard? "I discovered this was lost or perhaps forgotten, so I decided to give it back to the owner," he said with a straight face without breaking eye contact.