Mr Lemoncello's Library Cast Novels & Stories

“Remember I told Mrs. Humphrey about the ghost who convinced me to put a rock at the kitchen door to keep it open? The one—” “Oooh. The one with the cat.” He clicks his tongue. “I completely forgot about that. But yeah, hate to break it to you, Hailstorm, that wasn’t very smart of you.” “Thanks for stating the obvious.” I roll my eyes as we round the corner by the library. It is open but vacant today compared to every other day I’ve been here—with the exception of two librarians manning the front desk, chatting animatedly about something. One of them is Dibella.

Groans and laughs ripple through the room. Then: **Mrs. Hale:** “Romeo—Haru Nakamura. Juliet—Mia Wolfsong.” A couple of wolf whistles (literal ones) from the back row. Jake’s voice carries from across the room. **Jake (grinning):** “Perfect casting, Mrs. H.” Mrs. Hale shoots him a look that quickly silences him, but her mouth twitches like she agrees. Mia’s cheeks go pink under her glamour, ears twitching faintly.

Once the two children had gone down for their nap, Rhea turned to a maid and said, "Please help pack my things." The maids froze, wondering if Rhea was leaving. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Lauren rushed to open it. "Mr. Coleman, welcome." The man at the door, Marcel Coleman, wore a black tunic and had a neatly trimmed beard. He gave off a very professional vibe. Carter looked his way and nodded slightly. "Thank you for coming." "Don't worry, Mr. Jamison. You can count on me," Marcel replied. The three of them sat down in the living room, and Marcel began pulling out some tools.

Beatrice turned to Patience, her friend shrugging her shoulders in a bemused fashion. ‘Now what?’ Beatrice asked as the audience began to thin out. ‘Hope you’re hungry,’ Patience said spotting Marcus moving towards them with a tray of food. ‘This is where we find if you’ve got socks as well as canapés for lunch.’ *** The atmosphere in the library was oppressive. Lucas and Elmo had arrived with a degree of excitement, but the sullen nature of the four adults standing in the reception area soon curbed their enthusiastic chatter. ‘What the hell happened to the Historical Fiction section?’ Lucas said as he saw the bookcases pulled askew. ‘You had a tornado pass through here, Agnes?’

Scout hopped down after him, her tail wagging. I reached back into the car for the box of cinnamon rolls. "I'll be here when you're ready to leave, ma'am," the driver said. "Thank you," I said. Mark closed the door and immediately moved to Leo's side. "Stay close to me, young master." Leo nodded eagerly, already pulling toward the entrance. I followed a few steps behind, the box balanced in my arms. --- Inside, the library had been transformed.

Alpha Lumaro, Luna Leslie, Grazziena, and Draeko who heard what Leelum had said, looked at each other and almost simultaneously smiled with happiness. ====================== THE END ============================

He nods as Liam walks back inside with an unreadable expression. “Are you almost done?” He asks me. I’m about to respond when we hear a doorbell making Theo frown. “Am I expecting someone? Is it Jake?” Theo asks Liam who shakes his head while he types something on his phone. I place the tonic on the table as I smile at him, “Well…” “Emily Lockhart, what did you do?” He squints his eyes at me which catches Liam’s attention as he smiles while shaking his head and goes straight to whatever his typing.

“Thanks for meeting us, Greg,” I shake the hand of Crystal Lake’s lead guard. He’s an intimidating guy with light blue eyes and a buzz cut. His long sleeve shirt is an attempt to look professional, but he can’t hide the tattoos on his oversized hands and thick neck. “Anytime, Marshall. The human library is an odd choice, but I get it. Neutral ground, like you were saying.” He shrugs and looks around. Behind him, a mother is ushering her child, who is pointing at Greg, into the library. “I’m glad to hear you’re okay.”

Right at that moment, a server walked in with a trolley and saved Celena from her embarrassment. After all the food was served, Celena raised her glass to the fake Mr. Miller and said, "Here's a toast to you, Mr. Miller. Thank you so much for your care and your help the last time we were at Misty Manor." The fake Mr. Miller was all smiles behind the mask as he looked at the delicious food. He was dazed by Celena's sudden toast. It seemed he had already forgotten about what Celena was talking about.

Joseph now felt certain Marcelo’s visit was for Renee. Upon hearing this, Renee instinctively looked towards Marcelo. His gaze was cold yet profound, as though he could draw her in. "Good day, Mr. King. I'm Renee, in charge of costume and makeup for our leading cast." Holding her portfolio, Renee was uncertain about showing it to him. She doubted Marcelo , a man who probably saw no difference between high heels and sneakers, would get it. Hidden from view, Marcelo’s tongue pushed against the back of his teeth.