Novel & Cerita Mr Lemoncello's Library Book 1

after the ghost riders took Melido. /// At the time I was sitting in front of one of the library's PCs, trusting that the exceptionally slow web would end up stacking the program page with the consequences of my query, when my bladder asked to be purged. There are no toilets inside the library, so I had to go out and find the closest one, which involved going into the elementary school building.

"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.

Walking home with that book felt like stealing light from the sky. In my room, I opened it slowly. The pages smelled like dust and ink. I didn’t understand most of the first chapter. But I didn’t close it. Every night after work, I read one page. Then another. Then another. At the restaurant, Jenna started calling me “Book Mouse.” Leo noticed too. “You falling asleep on your feet,” he grunted one night. “What’re you reading?” “Math,” I said. He blinked. Then shook his head. “Nuts.”

“Oh, Marcello, it’s not the same! This particular library has a very rare first edition I’m hoping to glimpse. It’s a matter of... literary pilgrimage. You can’t just order a spiritual experience, can you?” Marcello simply nodded. “I’ll prepare the car.” The drive was tense. They arrived at the library at 11:03 AM. Claudine jumped out. “Oh, it’s smaller than I imagined,” she sighed. “Not judging a book by its cover, but this one’s a bit... underwhelming.” She turned to Marcello, urgency on her face. “And Marcello, I’m desperately pressed. I need to use a restroom. Is there one here?”

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

Eleo said as he smiled. We headed towards the entrance, but as soon as we turned the corner, my heart sank. “Uh, Jason?” I said, my voice filled with disbelief. “Did we just walk into a library instead of the ice cream shop?” Yeah, we did. Eleo’s face lit up, and he squealed, “Oh yes, I forgot to tell you two that I was messing around with nap and I found a library here. It took us a while to get it because you were both walking so slowly but I finally found it. I wanted to get some new books”

He's probably with a lady friend he told me about and having lunch together someplace. I groaned, scratching my head. "I've been trying to throw it down, but he keeps getting distracted, and there are also interruptions," ie. Seth. I groaned to myself. When I couldn't concentrate on the math homework, I threw my pencil, making a growling noise when the librarian shushed me. "What am I doing wrong? Is it me? I know my skin has these markings, and it's not attractive. I ain't skinny like Lily and-"

"No scary man is here and I’ll keep you safe. I promise." I dressed him quickly in his cleanest clothes and made sure he had his favorite toy truck to keep him occupied. I knew I had to find him something to eat before my shift started at nine. Taking a deep breath, I cracked the door to our room. The library was a cavern of shadows in the early morning light, the towering shelves felt like giants standing in judgment. I led Leo by the hand, creeping toward the hidden elevator. My plan was simple, get to the kitchen, grab some milk and bread, and get back down before the keeper of the House decide to descend.

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

Could it be that her annoyance with Marcus wasn’t really annoyance at all—but confusion, deflection, or something even more inconvenient? With a resigned sigh, Celeste scooped up the last bite of her pancit, determined to shake off the thoughts clinging to her. A few minutes later, the two of them left the canteen and made their way to the library, deciding to spend their long free period somewhere quiet. The cool air and hushed atmosphere of the library were a welcome contrast to the lively buzz of the canteen. As they stood at the baggage counter, placing their belongings in the numbered slots, something immediately drew Celeste’s eyes—a familiar stack of books bound by a thin brown leathe