Little Leather Library Books Novels & Stories

Lynx scrambled away, still laughing even as Nathaniel chased him through the underbrush, sparks flying from his fingertips. Lalaine shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "The grown-ups are more childish than the orphans," she whispered to the girls, leading them back toward the nun to show off their braided hair. ---- Meanwhile, the library was a tomb of silence. To Stella, it felt like an orphanage for old, forgotten books. She wandered the aisles until a spine on the highest shelf caught her eye. She climbed the rolling wooden ladder, her fingers trembling as she pulled the volume out. "The Moon Princess" was embossed on the cover. There was no author listed. She flipped it op

It isn’t until Kella directs us into the library, sniffing down the multiple rows of books until, there, on the bottom shelf, we find a book that has very little dust on it. Leana picks it up and opens it, something falling out. I reach down to pick it up when I hear her gasp. I stand and look at her. She turns the book to me and smiles. “V,” she says, showing me the black V colored on the page of the book. I show her what I picked up off the floor. “Map,” I say, just as excited as she is.

Once she was on campus she saw him leaning against the motorcycle in the parking lot while a group of girls stared at him, whispering to each other, blushing and giggling. Willow rolled her eyes. When they were in the library, she and Wes descended to the underground floor. It wasn't the students' first preference which is why the floor was almost empty, save for a few people who had their heads buried deep in heavy books. There were excellent literary works in the basement that weren't necessarily huge commercial successes. Hardcover books with no titles made up a sizable portion of the section. "This is going to take days," Willow remarked seeing hundreds of books lined up on the shelves.

The scent of burning sage lingered in the air, mingling with the faint musk of leather and old parchment. Inside the library, Kelda carefully turned the brittle pages of an ancient tome, her fingers tracing the faint Norse etchings. The firelight from the hearth flickered against the towering bookshelves, casting moving shadows across the worn wooden floor.

“He’s a dragon, but he’s also a handsome boy. But his brother’s even more handsome, and he’s an even bigger dragon!” Apparently, teenage girls liked shitty books no matter which world you happened to be in. The library wasn’t particularly big, about the size of a large living room, but the walls were covered in shelves, and each shelf was full of books. I skimmed the spines looking for any interesting titles. “When I said books about magic, I meant books that teach you how to do magic, not silly stories for little girls.”

Sensing something was wrong, the two girls followed her, leaving me alone in the bedroom. Their small bookshelves took my attention. Each shelf was labeled with our kids’ names, and the hardbound, colorful books seemed to be according to the girls’ interests. Leyanne’s books were mostly related to human anatomy. Lyra Helene seemed to love chemistry. Only Selene’s books have no specific field preference, but they were still science- and math-related books. They were children’s books, but I could not believe they were reading them instead of fairy tales and nursery rhymes. Trailing the texture of the books, I knew they were expensive. She must have invested in these instead of toys.

After he was gone, Liana asks me whether I had any specific book in mind, and when I mentioned mages, she guided me to the last aisle. “This is the only section we have,” she murmurs, sounding almost apologetic. I plaster a small smile in reply. The library is more like a storeroom for books than anything else. It’s not big enough to fit all the books, so some are lying unattended, stacked on top of each other. She goes back to her desk while I scan the spines starting from the topmost shelf. I feel smug at seeing the not-so-good conditions of the books. Our library has red-bound books. One title catches my attention. I tip-toe and take it out.

There were piles of books on her table, and there was a request for more books that she had drafted out. “My lady, let us leave.” Liora begged, following behind me impatiently. I checked through some of her books, and they were mostly fiction. My eyes caught a particular book under a pile of books, and I reached for it instantly. “My lady, you're going to get me killed.” Liora groaned as I picked up the book. “THE ADVENTURES OF LADY KILMARTIN.” I read out loud. “Huh?” Liora mumbled.

Liora Vale had always loved the quiet. At twenty-one, she worked the night shift at the old city library. Most people thought the job was boring, but Liora loved being alone with the books after midnight. The tall shelves felt like old friends. One rainy night, while sorting the rare books section, she found a strange leather book hidden behind others. It had no title. When she opened it, the pages glowed softly. Words appeared. Choose a story. Bring him to life. One night only.

The library was huge—towering shelves everywhere, sliding ladders, the intoxicating scent of old paper and leather filling the air. "Go wild," Lucien said grandly, waving his hand. "Pick whatever you want." I dove in eagerly, my fingers trailing over the spines hungrily. Epic fantasies. Twisty mysteries. Steamy romances—I found the dirtier ones hidden deeper and grabbed them shamelessly. I stacked my arms full—ten, twelve books easily. Lucien watched me amusedly, leaning against a shelf sexily. "So greedy. I like it. A lot." "Shut up," I said, but a small smile slipped out. "These will last me weeks."