Rebecca Romijn The Librarians Novels & Stories

She is smiling like she found something that just made her day. “What’s with the books?” Romy bounced onto the bed, “First, the romance book section in your library is awesome. We totally need to check it out together. Second, I got these pack law books. These are the first two of four.” I smiled. Of course, she had already gone to the library. Her weapon is her mind and sharp tongue. She uses them well, too. “Did you find something interesting?”

He said but I acted like I didn’t hear him. I had been on Rebecca’s tail for a while now!, I noticed she kept visiting the same library and leaving in a hurry like she was looking for something or even more juicy she was hiding something. I am too curious to not go after her, I need to find out what she’s up to. I walked into the library. It is kinda deserted but well it’s a library… I guess that’s why..?. “Can I help you?.” The librarian asked me. I looked at her, she looked quite old. I bowed my head and said.

Maybe if he does that, Roonie will forgive him. * LIBRARY* "Wasn't the library made for reading? Not for classes" Rebekah complained as she came in with the girls. They're all holding cups of cold coffee they got on their way here. "Prof. Hayden is full of surprises, but I love his course the most" Morgan replied. "Same here, he's good" Pearl replied, taking another drag from her coffee straw. They settled down together, and Pearl noticed Sybil's absence.

He was talking about his memoirs, but the sheer, raw intimacy in his voice made it sound like he was offering her his entire existence. Before she could process the sudden tightness in her throat, Lucian turned back toward the end of the gallery, his dark silk coat cutting through the shadows. "Come. The library awaits, and you have a great deal of history to capture." Rebecca blinked away the daze settling over her mind, quickly pressing the charcoal pencil to the paper to jot down a quick, shaky diagram of the fourteenth-century archway they were passing beneath. Her fingers were trembling, but as they walked out of the gallery and toward the heavy, brass-reinforced doors of the library, s

She smiled teasingly. He couldn’t help but laugh inside. This was still the same strict librarian from before. It felt like he was back in his student days, always hanging around the library. “Gabriella, right?” the librarian asked, raising her glasses and wiggling her eyebrows. “Are you a fortune-teller now, Ma’am Orlyn?” “Am I right?” She smiled even wider and held out her palm. “Pay me. My talent f*e is expensive.” “I don’t even have a salary yet, Ma’am,” Rey Jhon muttered, scratching his hair. Then more clearly: “Is Gabriella still here?”

They held **Books**. Real paper. Real ink. In the center of the room, sitting at a small wooden desk, was the Librarian. She looked exactly the same—the grey bun, the spectacles, the calm expression. She looked up from her ledger and smiled. "Welcome back, Kaima," she said. "I see you’ve brought the rest of the cast." "Librarian, help us," I gasped, leaning against a shelf. "They’re trying to delete us. They say we're just props."

The quiet librarian? The proxy bride? The girl who bleached her soul to save a library?

She corrected, and he frowned. "Your name doesn't matter. Where are you going?" He asked. "The library. Rebecca is aware, she let me go." She lied with a straight face, and he stared at her, probably trying to listen to her heartbeat to know if she's lying. But her heart was calm. "You may go." "May I know where it is?" She asked politely, and the guard pointed to a big building not too far from there. She then walked there. Luciana got to the library, ignoring all the stares she was getting on the way. Maybe they have never seem a human in the library before. She was sick of how scared humans have been made to be, and that was part of the reason she was visiting the library.

Rico opened a door and we entered a large and spacious room. A library. Shelfs and Shelfs of books covered the four corner of the library. I saw books from authors like William Shakespeare, Robert frost, Michelle Alexander all first editions. "This is one of Vince's favorite place in the house, when he isn't busy which is really rare, he comes to the library for some peace and quiet." Rico said. I knew that already, when Vince and I lived together, whenever I didn't find him in his office, he was always in the library or our bedroom.

“This is the narrowed selection?” The librarian nods at me, giving us both an eager smile. “Thank you,” Roger says, smiling back at her warmly. “I’ll be here if you need me,” the librarian says, gesturing towards the desk at the head of the room. “But please, make yourself at home. Just…” she hesitates, looking between us. “Please no…food or drink…around the books.” “We promise,” Roger says, giving her the most charming smile I’ve ever seen from him. “We’ll protect the books at all costs. No sticky fingers here.” The librarian blushes, then giggles, and scurries away.