Leonard Library Brooklyn Novels & Stories

Her voice shook as she said, "It's nothing, Leonard. This child is just being difficult and complaining about the room. I'm just teaching her a lesson." Leonard looked at me, and I also looked at him. He looked pallid. There wasn't any color on his lips, and he looked like he was close to death. "Where do you want to stay, then?" he asked. "In a room facing the south," I said, pointing at the end of the corridor. "That's where we keep all the old furniture," he replied. "That's fine. It doesn't matter as long as it lets the sun in." Leonard went silent for a while. Then, he said, "Suit yourself. Just don't yell or make any noise in the hallway."

9 AM? I arrive ten minutes early, ordering a latte I don't really want just to have something to do with my hands. The café is quiet at this hour, only a handful of other customers scattered at tables with their laptops and newspapers. I choose a corner booth with a view of the door and watch people pass by on the sidewalk outside. Leonard walks in exactly at nine o'clock because of course he does. He is wearing dark jeans and a gray henley, casual clothes that make him look younger somehow.

I already started counting the seconds until this meeting was over. “So, how was your first day in Greenbrooke?” Margaret asked. “Fine.” I answered. “The Mayor, Tom Pippins, showed me around a bit. He took me to a few buildings that could potentially be transitioned into storefronts.” “Excellent.” Margaret cheered. “Can you see potential in any of them?” “Possibly.” I answered. “There’s a library in the center of town that could be exactly what we’re looking for.” “A library?” Leonard cut in. “That hardly seems like a decent prospect.”

A rlington Avenue, might be one of the easy going towns in Brooklyn, New York, but deep inside its heart laid one of the dopest buildings in all of Brooklyn, the lighthouse. The lighthouse made more crazy noise than the entire Yankee stadium and had more lightening on its dance floor than ‘club la-vela,’ the largest nightclub in the United States of America.

Finding it difficult to sleep, he decided to take a stroll or perhaps review some of Pack's documents he had left when he traveled. Leonard headed to his library, which was closer to Valerie's room. He had always made use of the library if he didn't want anyone to know he was around or get disturbed by anyone; yet they thought he hardly used it. Leonard did not use the staircase. He used the secret door and was in the library in a few minutes. He brought out some documents from the locker and began to review them. "I caught you red-handed this time?" He heard a few minutes later. "I knew you had your eyes on the Alpha but I could not prove it but I can now."

Despite his efforts to deny it, Leonard ultimately arrived with unease in his chest and disappointment etched across his face. Stepping out of his car, he froze for a moment, his gaze fixed on the dilapidated, abandoned building before him. The five-story structure had been left incomplete for nearly a decade, standing unused and purposeless. Being located in Yellow Crowl's territory only made its ownership more precarious, frequently changing hands among different factions. Knowing he was now on Yellow Crowl's turf only added to Leonard's apprehension. After lingering briefly, Leonard began to move forward, entering the building cautiously. His steps grew faster and more deliberate as he ex

Leonard hadn't just fled; he had rebuilt his cage in the clouds. Dante reached the library. The double doors were ajar, a warm amber light spilling onto the Persian rug. He gripped his pistol and stepped inside. Leonard was sitting in a high-backed leather chair, his back to the door. A fire crackled in the hearth, and a record player was spinning a soft, melancholic cello suite. "You’re late, Dante," Leonard said, his voice as smooth as aged cognac. "I expected you at sunset. The shadows are much more dramatic then."

"How are you doing Mr Leo? I'm honoured to receive your call." Henry imagined Leonard smiling. "Uhmm, are you free tonight?" "Of course." Henry sharply replied. He wasn't going to let this opportunity slip off his grasp. "I'm available Mr Leo." "Good. Can we meet up in my club at 8 pm sharp? You know the spot right?" Henry's face was covered with a brilliant smile. "Of course, I know the spot. Who doesn't know the LEO BARRY club in this city?" "I've considered your proposal and I'll like us to finalise the deal tonight." Leonard declared.

Leonel still remembered every lobby detail, even inside Ester's unit. He had visited this place so often. He used to call it home, a place to return to when he felt tired, especially when he was reminded of the damn marriage that trapped his life. There was a sense of joy whenever he walked through the lobby area—just nodding briefly to the people who greeted him. At least, they recognized Leonel, who often wandered around the luxurious apartment area in West New York City.

But as she walked toward the bedroom, the smile she wore was too calm, too rehearsed, like someone who’d convinced herself that madness was just another word for love. Leonard woke to the smell of fresh coffee and the faint rustle of curtains. His head throbbed. The world was a haze of dull light and fragments of memory, laughter, the drive, Lila’s voice humming softly in the background, the warmth of a blanket being pulled over him. He blinked slowly, adjusting to the quiet. The ceiling above him looked familiar, but not enough to make sense of. It took him a full minute to realize where he was, Lila’s old apartment. The one she swore she’d moved out of months ago.