Raymond Library Novels & Stories

You were putting me first in your mind. - While Charlie and Jasmine were exchanging texts, Raymond had just left his hotel with a sling bag as he crossed over to Antique Street, ready to open shop for the day. When he was around three hundred yards from Treasure Measure, Trippy called out to him, "Oh, Mr. Cole! You're really running late!" Raymond chuckled. "You call this late? Don't other shops open far later than this?" Trippy shrugged. "There are people flocking outside your shop, and there are a lot of them."

Most times Thelma spend the night in Thelma's house, sometimes they went to bed hungry and tired, other times they had little food to share between them. They loved each dearly and a lot of girls envied the love and friendship the girls shared until the day they met Raymond. Raymond was a brown haired tall gentleman who worked at the post office, he was a friend to the girls but they saw him as just more than a friend. When Thelma noticed that Claire also liked the Raymond as much as she liked him, she wasn't pleased. One cool evening she sat under a tree with Claire chewing on a plate of sliced apples, this was their favorite fruit.

Raymond replied, a frown on his face as he recounted the day's experience. "I didn't even know how I ended up in the game room, before suddenly feeling drowsy then everything went black." Raymond according to him woke up to the whole house in chaos, and Isla long gone. Most of our men were dead, some of the servants missing. Raymond saw Lucia in the library, hugging her knees, covering her ears, and shaking like a little girl who was beaten up by her father.

he said. Fighter didn’t even glance up. “Let him come. This library has answers we need. He locked it, but the door was open today. That tells me he wants us to find these truths.” “Fighter!” came Raymond’s voice from the living room. “I’m here!” Fighter shouted back. “Here where?” “In your damn secret library!” Fighter muttered under his breath as Raymond stepped into view. Raymond entered, eyeing both of them with amusement and a touch of suspicion.

It was a detail I hadn’t remembered until today. Raymond pulled back slightly, just enough to look down at me. “Let’s get you to the car,” he murmured, guiding me toward it with a protective hand on my back. Once inside Raymond glanced at me out of the corner of his eye as we drove, but he didn’t push. As soon as we pulled up to the palace, I didn’t waste time. “I need to go to the library.” Raymond’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t question me. He simply nodded. “Be safe.”

"And why is he suddenly friends with Raphael Leighton, anyway? He had always hated Raphael's brother, Nigel, and didn't want to involve himself with the Leightons." "Everything changes, Arianne. So as a person's mind. Maybe Benedict realized that there is no point hating Raphael just because he hates his brother." When they arrived at the town's library, they went to the librarian first and wrote their names in the log book. It was the largest public library in the town which Melrose often visited. It was morning, the time of the day where it was the least crowded. She immediately went to the shelf with the new arrivals at a far corner. Arianne went to another shelf.

Rose raised her eyebrows at me, after taking a sip of her newly arrived coffee. “You think I’d be sitting here if he did?” I asked back. “Right.” She shrugged. “So…what now?” “There’s only one place that might have what we need right now.” I told her. “The Castle library. It has the oldest collection of books and the only place where all books had been stocked after being rescued from the debris after the Wipeout.”

"Um, you know what? I’ll tell you later. Meet me at the washroom at six.” Before I could reply, she walked away. "Weird," I muttered, walking inside the library, and the sweet scent of old books wafted through my nose, making my face light up with a broad smile. The air inside the library was airy and fresh with a hint of lavender. There were rows of wooden bookshelf reaching the ceiling, stacked with ancient and modern books related to every single topic. As I walked toward the wooden tables in the corner, which was our study spot, I heard Rio exclaim angrily, "I hate Ryan!"

Reynolds was going to the kitchen for a glass of water when he saw that the library doors were open. That was unusual as it was mostly closed. He was the only one who used it so who could've been there at this hour. Except... Amy did not go to bed. He detoured to the library. The room was quiet and there was no sign of anyone occupying it. Perhaps, Mrs. Nora must've left it open. He was turning back to leave when he saw something in his periphery. Rather someone.

“Now that we're talking about it, maybe that's what I'm in the mood for. A good mystery.” Ryan groaned but he led the way to that section and we spent the next twenty minutes arguing over book titles and summaries. “Can you boys keep it down.” The librarian, Mrs Doherty, said, her voice a stern whisper. “Aww, c’mon ma'am. There's practically no one here. We aren't disturbing anybody.” Ryan replied, not bothering to reduce the volume of his voice. “Doesn't matter. Rules are rules.” Her thin brows were set into an angry arch and she turned them towards me, “I would expect you to know that, Mr Young.”