The Librarian Novels & Stories

“I’ll let it go this once. The next time you come to me with such dangerous questions, you will be duly punished. Library etiquette. Your hands must be sanitised with that special mix over there before you touch any book, and any one you intend to take out of here must be registered with me.” She spins around and marches to the high backed seat, plopping herself into it. She’s the librarian? The woman is an enigma, her words confuse me, as she does herself. What was that about my self-destruction? A curse or just the ramblings of an old woman?

“It seems you hold back a lot. Like you are afraid of upsetting your audience. Leave that mindset behind and don’t worry about what others think. The right ones will fall in line and love what you have to say—” “I’m sorry, Professor,” the librarian said as she approached us. She was kind with warm brown eyes and long brown hair that she had tied in a low ponytail. “But I’m afraid I’m just about to close for the evening. But you can return tomorrow.” “We were just finishing up,” Joseph said to her, returning her smile. “We won’t be much longer.” She nodded and went back to her desk to finish her end-of-the-day paperwork. I started to close my notebook and shuff

She speedily looked away, blushing faintly, and quickly walked towards the entrance door embracing the paper bag she had been holding. “Hello Madame Sella, good morning,” Lianne said, greeting sweetly the lady librarian as she took out the books from the paper bag and placed it on the countertop. Madame Sella was in her forties but still single. A kind woman in her own way, she was like Lianne’s adviser of problems; almost like a mother she never had. “Oh, hello dear. You’ve come to return those books back I see,” the lady librarian answered. “What good timing. There were two students that kept on coming back here every hour checking if there is an available book of this edition already retu

After saying that, he left. At this time, the head librarian appeared and said, "Hi, Chica. A new batch of books will arrive tomorrow. You can sort these books out now and make a list for tomorrow." The head librarian was a middle-aged woman. She had been working at this college for many years now. Although she looked strict, Ayla thought that she was a good person. "Yes, Ms. Xu. I'll get them once I'm done here." She smiled and put the books back to the shelf one by one. For the rest of the afternoon, she worked at the library because she didn't have any classes.

Greeted by the snarky librarian, she sat down. "Make sure you stay quiet in here! Some of us have to get work done." The old librarian had a lisp, making a hissing noise with every 's'. There was nobody else in the library, so she rolled her eyes and began scanning the tomes with her eyes on the nearby shelf. She could feel the beady eyes of the librarian on the back of her neck. "Could you just leave me to research, please? I promise I will take care of your books and not break anything, ok?" Aynyra turned around in anger towards the librarian. But he was gone, no longer posted at the large desk covered in papers at the front d

the servant asked and I nodded in response. Finally, the Royal Library, where most of the knowledge and information that the kingdom holds is stored—- even the banned and illegal ones are here— whether it be books, contracts or something that should not be seen or known by the public, all here, and only a few people are allowed to get in. which means— “I am sorry, Your Grace, but do you have an authorization letter from any of the Royal Family members?” the librarian asked. she is an old lady, a bit in here 80’s but she was not the usual grumpy and angry old lady—- she was sweet and calm, like a real grandma taking her grandchild to a library.

said Lily and both of them nodded. Meanwhile, Near the West Wing: Hyuna was moving towards the book returning window. “Sir, I want to return this book” said Hyuna showing the book to the librarian. “Which book is it? Academic or fictional?” asked the fat librarian fixing his spectacles. “Fictional” replied Hyuna in a small voice. Hyuna was known to be a studious student. Except for Lily and Hyeon, nobody knows that she reads romance novels. So, she wanted to keep it that way.

He starts the engine and drives off. I look around the huge library. The books are in a different section while the quiet room where books are read are in a different section as well. I am lucky that there are not much people here. I walk to a young dark skin gentle man who is at the other side of the counter, he seems to be the librarian. He stands to his feet and walk to the counter and rests his hand on the counter as he waits for me to speak. “Ancient”, is all I can say to avoid looking like a fool.

Her eyes, the clearest green I’d ever seen, gazed at me suspiciously. I scowled right back at her, not bothering to hide my annoyance. Were we going to have this conversation again? “Why?” She shot me an irritated look. “Because I’m a librarian. When this started, you promised me that you wouldn’t take my library away. I need to work and keep busy. Do you have any idea how important the programs I’m trying to run are?”

He says, pushing me through the door and into the store. I lead him to the back room where Mrs. B put a bunch of comfortable couches and armchairs as well as lamps for gentle light. Bookshelves line every wall, stacked to capacity with beautiful leather bound books. There's even a bronze, gliding ladder that she doesn't use anymore, but she calls it her pride and joy.