Little Leather Library Books Novels & Stories

he answers, pushing open a door at the end of a long hallway. He sets me down gently as we step into the room I recognize from our nights on webcam together. It’s a small, lush personal library with shelves of books lining the walls up to the ceiling. There’s a big, stately leather armchair with a mahogany side table holding an antique lamp, an expensive fountain pen, and a stack of books recently combed through. The moon glows like a white crescent in the night sky out the wide window.

I never thought I would be standing here after all these years like this. I sneak into the library. Only a line of shelf is clean. The other shelves have dust all over them, webs, and most of the books look old and some are already wearing off. I walk around, sweeping my eyes on what could get my attention. Then I see a box. It’s an old, thick leather box with a handle, sealed shut. I try to open it, but it’s stuck. like it hasn’t been touched in a really long time. Decades maybe

:"( LAYLA: lol… do you want to come over? I can help you study MIA: OMG! Yes, TY! I'll be over in an hour. LAYLA: K! <3 Although Layla was doing fine in her math class, it would be nice to spend some time with Mia today. Besides, she had done plenty of studying in the library, so it wouldn't put her behind to help Mia out a bit. Layla took another bite out of her sandwich while digging in her bag and she remembered the leatherbound book she had found at the library. Slowly, she pulled it out of her backpack and put it on the desk in front of her. Flipping to the first page she skimmed the text.

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

I opened it and found myself entering a smaller version of the library downstairs. There was no swirling staircase going up, up, up, rather walls full of books, some of which were only accessible via the sliding ladder off to the side. With my stomach full and heart heavy, I waltzed over to one of the shelves and scanned them, intending to pick a book at random. One in particular drew my eye. The cover was made of dark leather, embossed with a swirling gold font that was a bit hard to read. Tendrils of flame, interwoven with threads of shadow, danced up the spine and around the back.

“At the top of the second shelf in the library, you’ll a book wrapped in brown leather. Rumor has it, that it belonged to Sofia and it used to be her favorite. It’s the only thing left of her in this house.” Leah’s brow lifted. “Good, that should give me something. Thanks Rachel, I’m out.” With that, she left the cellar and went straight to the library. She followed Racheal’s directions and reached for the book. It was covered in dust and cobwebs. Leah coughed as the dust filled the air, restricting her lungs. The initials “S.A” was written on the abstract page of the book in bold letters. She placed the leather-bound book on her lap with reverence, brushing away the lingering dust with her

We finally stepped inside the library, and I forgot everything else for a moment. As proud as I’d always been of how much I’d read, Levon clearly had me beat. He walked between the shelves with quiet pride, pulling out book after book, talking about authors I’d never even heard of. Before I knew it, a small stack had found its way into my arms. The covers were dark with age, worn smooth at the edges. I ran my fingers over them carefully, almost reverently. On the inside page of one of them, I found a simple handwritten note.

The house was asleep halfway, its walls serious and silent like a theatre on the night before a tragedy that would be played. She got dressed in her own style—gray again. The "ghost thread" dress, they had named it, because it turned her into a ghost when she dressed in it. She complained not. Not going unnoticed today was handy. --- East Wing Library – 7:45 A.M. Leya entered the library by way of the side hallway. No one ventured into the east wing before ten. That left her two hours. She wasn't there to purchase books. She made a beeline for the shelf she had memorized—third from the bottom, where Samuel kept the ledgers and contracts.

And even when they hadn’t… I no longer let them land. I had too much peace in me now. There wasn’t room for shame anymore. Back at the house, I carried the books Darren had ordered for the nursery upstairs and placed them on the newly assembled shelf. They were all hardcovers with soft pastel covers and gold-stamped lettering: Goodnight Moon, The Velveteen Rabbit, Where the Wild Things Are, Dream Big, Little One, I Am Enough. I traced the spine of each book with my fingertip, whispering the titles softly.

“Didn’t think Luca Moretti had a thing for flowers.” I lingered, breathing in the green. The warmth. It was the first room that didn’t feel like a coffin. After a while, I slipped out, tracing my steps until I found another unlocked door—an oak one this time. A secret library. Of-fucking-course he had a library. Books from floor to ceiling, the air scented with old paper and leather. Dust clung to some shelves, but a few titles looked recently disturbed. I trailed my fingers over a thick volume of Dante. Predictable.