Librarian Novels & Stories

Lizz said, furling her eyebrows in thought. “Well yeah, does seem odd…hang on, what did you call your boss?” Rex asked, changing his topic when he heard the words ‘curator’ like he had heard that title somewhere before. “Your idea of exciting and mine are two different things girl” Nessa said with a slight chuckle and an eye roll. Pinching her face to Nessa, she turned to face Rex, “She is the Head Librarian, Curator Ocron, she is in charge of the great library here.”

She speedily looked away, blushing faintly, and quickly walked towards the entrance door embracing the paper bag she had been holding. “Hello Madame Sella, good morning,” Lianne said, greeting sweetly the lady librarian as she took out the books from the paper bag and placed it on the countertop. Madame Sella was in her forties but still single. A kind woman in her own way, she was like Lianne’s adviser of problems; almost like a mother she never had. “Oh, hello dear. You’ve come to return those books back I see,” the lady librarian answered. “What good timing. There were two students that kept on coming back here every hour che

Asked the woman near him. “I’m replacing the late Mr. Herald.” By the look on their face, it seemed Mr. Herald’s name was unpopular among these women, hence Lucas elaborated. “I work in the library as the new librarian.” In the library, Mrs. Letty taught Lucas about how the ins and outs of a book, she also introduced Lucas to all the library staff. Which only consist of the head of library, two librarians (included himself), and one cleaner whose job also as manual worker.

like a big deal, I noted reading through so interesting titles, but not the specific one I was looking for. I swooped through the titles vainly searching for the one book I needed, to no avail. I groaned turning around, leaning on a shelf. I watched as a woman came into the row with a bunch of books in her arms and started packing them. A librarian. Bingo. I walked towards her, tapping her on the shoulder, "excuse me miss," She turned towards me, pushing her glasses down. She looked a little over forty, with hints of wrinkles but luscious brown hair pulled up in a bun. She wore a plain grey dress that went a little way past her knees.

Something turned the corner and nearly ran into us. If we hadn’t flattened ourselves against the shelf, we’d have been caught. When I think of Librarian’s, I couldn’t help but picture my mom. Rounded glasses and flared skirts, nametags and rolling carts full of returned books. She worked at the public library for years now. She’d adore the wide array of books here, though I don’t think she’d like the constant threat of danger.

★ It was 3:36 pm, and Vivian was busy with her librarian duties at the Great Hill Towns Public Library. “Have a good day, and don't forget to bring back the book on the due date to avoid paying the penalty fine,” she said with a warm smile as she spoke to a teenage girl borrowing a book from the library. Vivian felt a sense of satisfaction when she helped people find the right books, and she took pride in her work at the library.

But considering the current scenario… “Your choice of subject sire?” the librarian asked. Ahem! Arthur cleared his throat. “Wolves and mates,” Arthur whispered so softly that the librarian had to lean in. “True mates.” “Identification or rituals or both,” the librarian hissed back. “Both,” Arthur mouthed the word. The librarian nodded and left. As Arthur waited at one of the reading desks, the librarian bustled back with at least half a dozen books. “These,” the librarian spoke as he arranged them in a

Lou asked looking at Cash in an almost defiant manner. “How do you know the books are no longer here?” Cash asked as he flipped through the little card holder. “Let's just call it a hunch.” Lou said glancing at all the shelves around us. “If that is the case, there are only a handful of people who have access to this library without permission, and I will take care of them.” He turned to leave, taking one last flip through the rolodex before calmly setting it on the shelf. I started to wonder who was the wolf that played a hand in it.

It is my recommendation that Raymond Humphrey be promoted to the position of Head Librarian, given his years of dedicated work and knowledge of the library and the patrons. She signed it with an electronic signature and pressed the send button, smiling as the confirmation checkmark showed on the screen. She then took a few minutes to e-mail her sister and grandparents about her decisions, determination embracing her mind as she pushed the send button again, then closed the computer and replaced it on the desk.

she begged. “Fine!” the woman gave in and shook her head as she muttered something to herself. She opened the records book again and searched for the book Marianne had request for. “Did you say you used it two days ago?” Marianne adjusted her glass and responded, “Yes.” Julianne saw the librarian look through the pages between the days Marianne had last used the book and she traced her finger to the ID number when she saw it. “00274MW” Marianne looked at Julianne and back at the librarian. “That’s me. That’s my…ID.”