Mr Lemoncello's Library Series Novels & Stories

I take a breath quickly going over everything, trying to see if there was something I was missing or forgot to tell her. A vision of the library Althea took us down to where the mirror was hidden away, came to life behind my eyes. “The library-“ I whisper over the phone “Something about the library it just so…” “Can you describe it to me?” Lamia asks. “Huge, never-ending, old with rows upon rows of shelves full of old books. A fireplace with a stone hearth. Two leather wingback chairs and an antique table sat between them.” “Anything seem out of place?” Lamia’s tone held a waiver that was unlike her.

The world around us fades into oblivion leaving just the two of us under the moonlit sky cocooned in our own happy bubble. The End ==================================================== Bonus chapters coming soon. Thanks for reading! Kellisa Kelly

Uncle Leo called from the Beta floor, "Celia, stop asking the Warriors questions they can't answer. They are doing as they are told. Come up here and join me in the library please." "Make sure to wear running gear tomorrow. Carson and I like to run every morning if we can. Eck likes to run with me too." I gave them a little finger wave as I headed upstairs. "Did she nickname Carson's wolf?" I heard one Warrior ask. I smiled as I climbed the stairs. I spent a few hours in the library reading some of the books I had pulled from the shelves. Ang had been here and had a stack of books with notes as well. There were sticky notes in between pages. I wondered what she had found but decided to let h

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.

The fall slammed them down hard. Camela screamed as her back struck something solid—not stone, not wood. The ground beneath her felt alive, warm, and slightly damp. Vincent landed beside her, rolling up with flames sparking down on his arms. A dimly lit library surrounded them. Endless shelves towered in every direction, reaching higher than they could see. Each was filled with books—some had cracked leather covers, some were stitched with silk, and others were glowing with a faint red light. The air was thick with the smell of iron and old paper.

Old friends, bound by the shared burden of raising sharks in a city full of piranhas. "Diana. About time you showed up," Madeline said, not moving. "Joseph decided he needed to reorganize the library," Diana sighed, dropping onto the bench. "The man retires from the Cocolink board and suddenly he’s a librarian. He won't let me breathe." "Alpha blood," Madeline quipped. "They never actually retire. They just find smaller things to control." Diana’s gaze drifted to the playground, landing on Leo. The boy was a blur of red fabric, a small engine of chaos zooming between the slides. Diana didn't look like a grandmother watching her legacy. She looked like a stranger watching a stranger.

"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.

When Spider finally gave me the signal, I went to the library to find a book to read and kill the time. I had only been in the reading nook for seventeen minutes—yes, I was counting—before Miles snuck into the library. “I didn’t know you were much of a reader.” He remarked, shutting the door behind him. “I’m not.” It was only the safest way to get him alone. The library was the least visited spot in the house, as well as the one place Spider and I could comfortably sneak in with our prior experience. Spider had given Miles my message and helped him sneak in—after disarming him, I hope.

Something strange happens in Rafe's house, especially in Luna's room. A very old magic book, the Grimoire, opens by itself. The room feels even stranger when ghostly laughter is heard. Then suddenly a clear sentence breaks the silence. "I must hurry with this plan," says a mysterious voice, and then the Grimoire disappears as if it had never been there. The story moves to the wilds of Borneo, a different and secret place. Here many helicopters, supported by air force planes, are searching for something important.

We waved at the librarian who regarded us sharply from the rim of her glasses before returning back to the book she had been reading. "Alright, it's around this corner," Magnus said as he led me to the far end of the left wing of the building. The place was tagged 'Earthworms' and had big books on the shelves which all looked untouched. "What sort of silly section is this? Who studies earthworms?" I said, laughing out loud. "Exactly, which is why it is a perfect place to hide Dickens." He said, with a chuckle.