Mary Esther Library Novels & Stories

Marry said and started walking before Angela asked her something. Angela took her phone and started following her. Marry lead her to the second floor then went towards a white door. "It is the library," Marry said and opened the door then went inside. Angela looked at the door and saw something written above the door. Angela went a little close to read the words. My little dream world Angela read it. "Ma'am, come inside" Marry called her. Angela entered the library and as Marry said indeed it is a big library. The room was full of books. And a beautiful flower-decorated chair was beside the window. It was a glass window.

I mutter, arching as I stretch my arms overhead, trying to ease the stiffness from hours of being hunched over books. Right then, my eyes land to the far corner of the library where there’s a section cordoned off by a sturdy black gate with a wooden sign that reads “Restricted Area.” I frown. Why would an estate library need a restricted section? They’re just books. Unless, of course, there’s something in there someone doesn’t want to be read. Something that might actually be worth reading. Maybe the answer I’m looking for is behind that gate.

She simply didn’t feel right showing up empty-handed. After hours of battling traffic, Esther finally parked her car in the sprawling entertainment complex she’d been heading to. From the outside, the place looked massive with a silver gate towering above the crowds. She nearly turned back the moment she saw the sea of people filling the area. It was packed that day. Checking her phone, she thought about calling Felix. But she changed her mind, remembering he was already busy and still making time to see her. So she decided to go in on her own.

“ ESTHER CARTER, YOU OLD WITCH! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!” The words echo through the estate. Somewhere inside, a curtain shifts. Maya catches the movement and grins viciously. “Oh? Got your attention now, didn’t I?” Another guard moves forward, reaching for her arm, but she jerks away. “Don’t touch me.” A slow, deliberate clap sounds from the mansion entrance. Maya’s eyes snap upward. Lady Esther stands at the top of the marble staircase, draped in her usual elegant clothes (Maya feels a brief rush of vindictive joy when she sees the lack of a cane by her side), her silver hair coiled into a severe bun.