The Librarian Series Novels & Stories

About what I was becoming. I turned and began walking deeper into the library. The librarian was at the far desk near the eastern shelves, arranging a stack of old returns with the deliberate care of someone who had spent too many years around fragile things to ever move roughly again. She was older, thin, with silver at her temples and sharp eyes that missed less than people probably liked. I had seen her before over the years, though mostly from a distance. Not many girls like me had reason to linger in libraries where knowledge belonged more easily to children expected to inherit something.

a sexy librarian. During that first encounter, I struggled to focus my attention on her face (or Janie), because her tits were an eyeful. Either she had big, hard nipples or puffies poking through her bra; they were almost impossible to ignore. The t-shirt hugged her body and showed everything she had to offer; the shirt had "Books Make Everything Better" across the front and I tried to cover my adolescent behavior by asking her about the shirt. She smiled, "I'm in library sciences and I got it at a library symposium...yeah, there are library conventions. I know it sounds geeky, but they can get wild."

As he walked into the library which had a majestic staircase which curved and veered upwards onto other floors stacked with books, like a toothpick with lots of grilled pork attached to it. “You have to drop your bags over - there,” the chief librarian - a fat woman who found it hard to breath and spoke through her nose said. “We appreciate bibliophiles and bibliomaniacs but not thieves.” Gerey stuttered for a second. How was he going to smuggle Jeyrin in. Little did he know that...

I explained to him. “Fine! Let’s get to work.” Jacob exclaimed, and I loved the rush. After discussing more important matters with Genelia and Fiarra, I hit the library and looked for the books of my use. There were over ten thousand books but how will I find the one for me? “May i help you?” a voice healed behind my ear and I screamed in fear. “Who are you?” I asked while gasping for air. “Sorry, I scared you, Last Alpha! I am the librarian here.” a weird-looking dwarf said.

It led into the guild's open plan office, which was separated from the visitor area by a long, scratched counter. There were half a dozen doors on the left. Conference rooms, small offices and Suzanne's realm. Suzanne was the heart of our guild, the woman who patched us all back up when we came back from a hunt and always gave us a lollipop as a reward. Well what should I say, she thought we were all her children. And if we didn't hear, we got an injection. It was a real shame that she was about to take her well-deserved retirement. I would definitely miss her. But our destination was the office at the end of the corridor. A sign by the door said: Jilin Halco, Master Venator.

"I was thirteen, and he was one of those popular kids that gets everything. He was brought up by his older brother, Randall Lorenzo; his friends call him Randy. Andy and I were cool, hung out, drank, and kissed girls while going high. I would be in trouble with my parents, and Logan would see me differently. And so, one day, Andy asked me to help him release his brother from prison. So, I hack into the system and put out all the prisoners. Once I discovered the real reason why Randy was put in prison was because of his rap sheet; he's a killer, a rapist who preys on women, young and old, and a drug addict who hid millions of dollars of cocaine anywhere. When the FBI arrested me, I was locked

Somehow I ended up climbing stairs and reached the third floor and here I pushed open a random door and ended up in the library. Just great. This is where more sheep come to hide from the popular sheep! But it was almost empty except for the huge rows of shelves filled with early book editions that would make the National Library jealous. There were so many books and many of them were leather-bound. Somehow the architect had made the library like a big sphere and the center isle cut it into two halves and that diameter led to the librarian’s desk. The librarian was a sleepy grey-haired woman with glasses who had her nose buried in a voluminous book. I slipped inside one of the isles to hide

Since it was still day time, I knew I couldn't go to the gardens, I didn't have my usual jobs any longer as I would be serving the queen herself and so I made my way to the one place I knew there wouldn't be anybody, not even Merilyn, the library. This time around, I needed some time alone to collect my thoughts and get myself back together. I wasn't going to be reading any books, or at least that's what I thought. When I got there, as expected, there was only the Librarian. The Lycans never really cared about the books, I wondered why they needed a library in the palace. The Librarian was an old woman, she was a werewolf as well. She was so lucky, at least she didn't have to deal with the L

Maybe the librarian knew about Mr Hansson’s means of spying. "Run along, now. You’ll still make it in time," the librarian said as she walked to her desk in the middle of the atrium. Was she one of Mr Patrick's 'people'? Like Penelope? She could sense this woman was much stronger than the dean’s receptionist. Would she help them fight?

It wasn’t about books—it was about blending in. Avyanna arrived just past five-thirty, the skies already tinted with the soft orange glow of early evening. The tired buzz of the city outside was muted here. Inside the library, the air was cool and still, filled with the soft rustle of pages and the occasional footsteps on old tile floors. She spotted Ruth near the back, seated in one of the reading nooks by the tall windows. She was pretending to browse through a large hardcover, though Avyanna could tell from her stiff posture and darting eyes that she was on edge.