The Book House Long Branch Novels & Stories

I muttered and shuffled toward the library in search of the tan leather-bound book. Atticus’s library was enormous and the shelves of books also housed different magical artifacts on display. I was warned to not mess with them until I understood their properties. Searching everywhere I was growing frustrated. Heading down the last book case I growled. Not having any luck locating the book I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and raised my arms “Room of my family's bloodline please allow me to enter by showing me the book for your entrance!” Opening my eyes and tilting my head I heard movement down the row of shelving. Going toward the sound I see a tan book sticking out on the bottom shelf.

The finality in his tone landed like a slammed door. For a second anger flared within me. I wanted to snap, ‘Stop treating me like an outsider, stop acting like a child.’ Instead I took a slow breath, forcing a casual shrug. “I'm sorry. I forgot my opinion is not needed.” April shifted, discomfort plain on her face. “Actually, Kael, where were you thinking? We’ve been juggling options for days.” “There’s an old carriage house rented out for literary salons,” I said. “High ceilings, courtyard garden, walls lined with books. People walk in and instantly feel like readers.”

The walk to the bookstore was shorter than she expected. Nestled between two larger buildings, its faded sign read "Willow’s Nook.” A small bell chimed as they stepped inside, and the scent of old paper and polished wood greeted them. The librarian was a small lady with a bob cut and cat eyed glasses, probably in her fifties. The space was cozy, with narrow aisles lined with overflowing shelves and dim lamps casting a warm glow. It felt like stepping into another world, one untouched by time.

“We came to see how you and Kas are feeling and also to explain what we decided about the book. Since Goddess Hecate brought you straight home instead of back to the bookshop, we haven’t had time to tell you.” “Oh jeez. Things have been so hectic today, I haven’t even thought about it.” I give Lady Camille my seat and sit on the floor next to Delilah. “Bronx, can you please start the electric kettle on so we can give Lady Camille and Delilah a cup of tea?” “Book?” Sandy tilts her head. “Bronx, are you adding to the library?” “Ahh… no Mom. Nothing like that.” Bronx holds his hands up and chuckles as he backs away to the kitchen. “It’s one of those ‘you’ll never believe this’ kinds of stories.

She coughed and asked enthusiastically, “So, where is the library, sir?” “This way” Brian took her towards the wooden door on the left side. He opened the door and Emily got the second shock of the day. The word gigantic is not enough to describe his humungous library. It was three time bigger than his file room and had high ceiling and the shelves were reaching till the end. However, the half of the roof was made of up glass so the view was very nice. ‘What the f*ck! Are we in harry potter?’ “Let’s start” Brian said while removing his jacket followed by his tie and undoing his sleeve’s button.

I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts. I took it off the shelf and looked back at Ashton who was now holding Jack in his hands. I went to the till and paid for the book. We then went out of the shop and headed to the car park. When we got to the car park, I got in and took Jack from Ashton to remove him from the cover and place him back on the stand. It was around 5:30 pm so we still had some time before heading home. Ashton read that from my mind and then he went around the car, got in and sat on the seat next to mine.

He promised to give his book to a stranger named Duk. - Ale Christine hello, listen, I promised one person to send a book from the first edition, could you order a courier? - Of course Conrod, tell me the address, I'll send it to him today. - Hmm, Address. Wait a second, I have it marked somewhere, - he takes out a small notebook, searches for the right line among the mixed notes for a long time, the necessary information is written on crumpled paper in crooked handwriting. - Write it down: Oak branch street five, apartment seventeen, to be honest, I don’t even know where it is.

I vaguely heard Brenda asking them about someone named Ciara I think, I just ignored them and kept my eyes fixed on the prize. What prize you may ask because we both know you wanna know so I for one don't like being in suspense so I wouldn't want to keep you in suspense either. The prize in question was a glass bookshelf filled with lots of books—I could already see Nora Roberts, Karen Morning, and lots of my favorite authors' stories on the shelf. My feet moved towards them. I wanted to feel the books. I craved the scent of new books and oh sweet Lord they had a hammock installed in the house right beside the bookshelf!

New York had its helipad and secret underground tunnel system. But the library was the heart and soul of almost every branch. It was where deals were brokered, confidences shared, and alliances forged or broken. Tonight, for once, it was empty. “Wow.” Eliana’s reverent whisper drifted through the still air as we stepped inside. I closed the doors behind us, cocooning us in hushed silence. Thousands of books stretched up and across three walls toward the cathedral ceiling like a leather-bound forest complete with rolling ladders and wooden handrails. Five larger-than-life stained-glass windows stood

"So sure." The book spun faster under his touch. Pages blurred together until they were just streaks of light and shadow. Then it stopped, settling on a page that looked like all the others but somehow wasn't. "She borrowed and returned the Bloodline Codex." "What is that?" "It is a book that records all supernatural houses. The ones that matter at least." My phone chimed. I fumbled for it, nearly dropping the stack of books in the process. The message was short and impersonal.