Mr Lemoncello's Library Book 1 Novels & Stories

I muttered before getting out of my drenched clothes and putting on some loose fitting pants and a green T-shirt. I headed out to the library, to search for the book that Margot Had been talking about. “the book will find you” she said, “you don’t have much time heir of Quillon” she said, she was starting to annoy me and get on my nerves a lot, who the fuck was Quillon anyway?, I had walked all the way to the back of the library at this point and I whipped my head around when I heard a thud about two shelves back, I traced the sound and saw a large tome on the floor, picking it up I saw that it had no title whatsoever, “what are the odds?” I murmured and slid to the floor as I opened the boo

At least some people accept her and love her as their Luna. Soon, they reach in front of another door. It was like the one in her room but larger. Two guards fixed at each side of the door and they greeted the Luna. “Welcome, My Luna.” They uttered simultaneously. Agnella smiled before going in with the guard she came with. The inside of the library was huge, there was even a ladder at every corner of the library to pick books at the top. Agnella smiled but then frowned. “How will I get the books I want? They are so many I might even get exhausted from finding the ones I want.”

Evelina pulled a book out of her bag that she borrowed earlier in the school library. BAM!!! The thumping sound of the book she put on her desk, sounded very loud because the book was quite heavy and thick. Evelina checks the book and she realizes that she borrowed so much. She didn’t expect that the books borrowed by her were enough. So, no wonder Rissa commented on this morning. “Let’s see what books I just borrowed ...,” murmured while sorting out the book. “There’s a Sherlock Holmes novel, Her Last Word, A Time Return, ... and finally you’re my butterfly?”

The grand library glowed with the soft amber light of floating lanterns and a roaring hearth fire that cast long, dancing shadows across towering shelves. Guests had retired for the evening after another lavish solstice supper, but the manor refused to sleep. Enchanted books rustled faintly on their own, pages turning as if reading scandalous secrets aloud. Elara slipped inside after midnight, telling herself she only wanted a quiet moment with a novel to calm her racing mind. In truth, her body burned.

It was as if they existed in their own little world, oblivious to the absolutevdiscomfort they are causing me. With a clenched jaw, I watch as she invites him in. My heart pounds crazily in my chest and the sting of jealousy gnaws even more at me from within. Where is this brotha going? Must be selling cookies or some shit... =================================== This book takes a lot to write... I would appreciate it if you could show me some love :-) ... Please remember to vote, comment, share and follow! Kellisa Kelly

Marcel replied. Marcel is the owner of this library where he hid the most valuable and as well many extinct knowledge in one of these books lays the tale of a Lycan marked by a Demon and the pain they suffered in order to be together. The librarian got the key from the last drawer and handed it over to Marcel who took hold of it, thanked her and left. He walked through the shelf’s to a door labeled ‘Employees only!.’ Marcel opened the door with the key and walked in and locked the door.

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

The way Ronan looked at me in that cafeteria, like I was a bug under his boot .. I'll never forget it. And I won't let it be the last thing I feel. Most students have gone home, but I stay hidden behind stacks of dusty books. The librarian, Mrs. Chen, doesn't seem to notice me. Or maybe she does and chooses to ignore the broken girl searching for answers. My hands shake as I pull another book from the shelf. "Ancient Werewolf Practices" stares back at me in faded gold letters. The pages smell like old paper and secrets.

The elaborate setup in the corner with silk restraints and various toys caught his eye for a moment but he didn’t stop, instead going straight to his private library tucked in the back where no one else was allowed to enter. The small room was filled with books from floor to ceiling, shelves packed with his personal collection that he’d been building for years. He went directly to a specific shelf and picked up the one he’d been forcing himself to save for when he got home because reading it during that stupid meeting would have been too distracting. The title showed clearly on the worn cover and he smiled as he settled into his favorite chair. *Moon Rising* by L.R. He opened to where he’d l

"I can't believe you'd tell me all of this." "Why not?" He asked and I looked down at the ground. "It's just something you'd tell a friend not really an enemy." He paused."You still consider me an enemy?" He laughed a little as he moved to a set of double doors and threw them open. I looked at him in wonder. "Why do you find that funny?" "I don't find it funny. I find it smart." He gestured for me to walk into the library. "Ladies first." The library was painted an earl grey and the floors were white with silver mosaic. A medieval-looking chandelier hung from the ceiling and the bookshelves were white, contrasting well with the black tables and chairs.