Novel & Cerita Mr Lemoncello's Library Book 1

“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

"Is this a romantic rendezvous or a study session?" We both jumped. Cornelius had appeared on our table, his stone wings folded primly behind him. "Study session," I said quickly, yanking my hand away from Kieran's. "Good. Because this library is not a hookup spot for hormonal supernaturals." The gargoyle fixed us with a stern glare. "Now start reading. Actually reading. I can tell the difference." My cheeks burned as I looked down at the book I'd grabbed. It was thick and leather-bound, with pages that felt ancient under my fingers. The cover read "Nocturne Academy Graduating Class of 1995."

she asks, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the backrest of I and Zach’s seats. Moment ago, as we tried to convince Mellow to stay, Zachili mentioned there would be danger while stacking weapons in the trunk. If I did not see the weapons myself, I would think he was just trying to discourage Mellow. “Sixth sense,” he simply replies. The time strikes 6:14AM as we arrive the old library. Zachili, who seems to have the keys, casually opens it to let us into the restaurant. As usual, the library comes after the restaurant. After passing several halls filled with books, we finally start walking through rounds of dark hallways with locked doors before reaching an empty room that carries the en

Noel snapped his fingers and three gremlins came to him. "Two of you take care of the reception desk while I went to the back, while the other one prepare some dark coffee, unsweetened, with some ginger cookies and assortment of dark chocolate. Is that clear?" The gremlins nodded. Immediately, the two gremlins invited the creature to sit on a specialized chair for tall creatures while the other one pardoned itself to make the snacks. Noel also made his way to the back of the library. Proceeding forward, he passed shelf by shelf towards the innermost corner of the library, where a special room is located. It is a room filled with records of books from other worlds in various genres, retrieved

But I straightened my posture and replied calmly, “My night was relaxing… very nice.” Steve didn’t respond, but there was a faint knowing glint in his eyes. When we arrived at the library, I dismissed him. I already knew the rules and how to access the books. I seated myself gently, the leather chair creaking under me, and summoned the two volumes I needed: The History of Dreadveil Palace and The Book of Spells and Sorcery.

Eliza had told her no one uses it anyway and might be a little dusty. After asking Rosa, soon Lola was standing in it. The library was all floor-to-ceiling shelves of mothballed mahogany. Lola curled in a wingback chair, a biography of Pancho Villa cracked open but unread. A click sound and then footsteps. Lola knew who it would be and didn’t bother to look up. “You’re in my seat.” “Your name’s not on it.” He prowled closer, snatching the book. “‘Revolutionary Tactics.’ Cute.”

Klevon is telling us how much he likes the place because he can be alone and can practice his swordsmanship any way he wants. As we come closer, the library comes into view. The said library, however, does not look like a library. It only has a small door that is only four feet in height. As Klevon opens it, the smell of old parchment and leather-bound books greets us. “Pardon the musty smell. I am the only one who likes this library,” Klevon says. Klevon stoops down and enters through the tiny door. We follow him down the creaking stairway and into the basement.

He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer. "What is wrong with you four?" Rasmore asked, holding his nose. For the past month, they had been stuck up in the ancient library without food, water, or baths. Only after they gave up were they willing to come out, but with piles of magic books that they had decided to re-read in case they had left some lines behind. "What happened?" Hashmuk asked, walking towards them. He grabbed Kelvin, checking to see if he was okay, but Kelvin just pushed him away.

It doesn’t matter that I don’t see any; I’m aware of them now. I climb the stairs and can’t resist pushing on a door that’s partially open—cameras or no. It’s directly across the hall when I reach the landing. I’m excited to find that it’s a library with books lining tall oak shelves. There are two comfortable reading chairs and behind them a large business desk. I wonder if this is Moon’s office. Snooping in different rooms is one thing. Going through his desk quite another, and I won’t do it. I’ll forget that Moon told me to treat his home as my own. Instead, I search the shelves and read titles. It’s barely after twelve and I need to kill some time. I should have asked Mr. Thug where Moon