The Librarians Cassandra Novels & Stories

But now, even that comfort seemed out of reach. As she sat there, lost in her thoughts, the door to the library creaked open. Elara looked up, her heart sinking as she saw Cassia standing in the doorway. “Reading again, Elara?” Cassia said with a smile, her tone light and teasing. “You’re such a little bookworm.” Elara forced a smile, though it felt like a mask she couldn’t take off. “I guess so,” she replied, her voice devoid of any real emotion.

I say, coughing from the choking smoke as Cassandra approaches us, her expression tense. “Hello Cassandra,” Zane greets her, and she bows her head in respect. “Please take her out of here. She needs to be away from this,” he orders, observing how unsettled I feel. “No, I’m not going anywhere, Zane. I’m staying with you,” I insist, shooting a glance at Cassandra, silently pleading with her to follow my lead. “You’re too fragile. Go home Katarina,” Zane protests, his voice rising slightly. “Have you forgotten who I am? I’m not some scared little girl who hides. I’m staying to preserve our library because it’s mine too,” I declare, my voice stronger now, challenging him.

“My beloved wife wasn’t the best student either. She had bad grades throughout college, but she excelled in literature and became a novelist.” Cassandra’s eyes flicked up to the older man, wondering why he was so accepting. “Could you lend me some of her books?” she asked, her voice quiet but steady. She discreetly wiped at the tears, threatening to fall, hoping no one noticed.

Cassandra added with a poisonous little smile, "seems to be the only one with the sense to actually help those poor children. She’s already being hailed as a saint for 'witnessing' the horror and taking action." The realization hit me like a physical blow. Cierra. It was Cierra. “Witness? Is there a witness to this lie?" Cassandra smirked. The realization hit me like a physical blow, colder than the marble floor beneath my feet. It all made sense now at the supermarket. The "Insufficient Funds" terminal. Cierra Kensington on her knees, begging for my mercy while the crowd jeered. I had thought I was finally closing the book on our history, paying a debt to the universe by settling her bill.

Vincent knocked once, then opened them without waiting for a response. "Miss Marcellus, sir." The library was vast, with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that stretched up to a second level accessible by rolling ladders. Leather-bound volumes filled every inch of space, their spines catching the light from crystal chandeliers. It was the kind of room that belonged to a man who collected knowledge the way others collected stamps. And there, seated behind a desk that looked like it had been carved from a single piece of dark wood, was Caspian Santoro.

But he stepped back, offering me his arm with flawless, old-world chivalry. "Let's go build your bridges, Cassandra." The Library at Elysium was a masterpiece of mahogany, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, and deep, wingback leather chairs. Usually, it was a space for quiet negotiation or solitary reading, but tonight, the furniture had been rearranged into a wide, inclusive circle. The flickering torches had been replaced by warm, steady lamplight, stripping away the shadows where secrets traditionally hid.

I sling my camera against my body, and keep my free hand against the banister. We are barely at the last stair, when I see the library come into sight. There are rows upon rows of pretty books. My eyes are wide immediately. Even the books that I cannot bring myself to afford back in the city. Everything on my to be read list is staring back at me. I turn around to look at Cassian, and his eyes are fixed on me, like he is waiting for me to give some some kind of review on what I am looking for. I don't know what I am doing as I wrap my arms around him, in a hug.

But Cassian’s world had narrowed until all he could see was her. Elara. He almost didn’t recognize the woman now poised beside the Blackwoods—so composed, so terrifyingly self-contained. As he watched her, a ragged, tattered, and wronged memory of her flashed in his mind, but he shook it off. It was a ghost of a lifetime only he was plagued to remember and hate himself for not doing anything before it was too late.

So I have to be on time for the meeting. —Okay, go, I love you, take care of yourself. "I love you too, see you," Luciana said before hanging up and immediately leaving for the company. She had arrived a few minutes before the meeting, and when she was in the hallway that went to the meeting room she heard crying, which was He was surprised, he followed the sound and found a small girl, beautiful, with black hair and waves, her eyes were brown and she had a beautiful mole near her nose on the left side of her face that was under her secretary's desk.

“ hello “ Cassy said yawning “ hi miss Cassandra Justine am calling to remind you of your appointment today with refinement modeling agency at 9:00 am “ a feminine voice spoke at the other end “ alright Abigail it’s 7:54 already I will get ready now I don’t want to be late “ Cassy said standing “ alright ma I have a meeting with someone so I won’t be able to pick you up can you arrange for a ride to the company “ Abigail asked politely “ don’t bother your self I will do that right away take care “Cassy said searching through her wardrobe for something to wear “Thank you ma “ Abigail said before disconnecting the call . Placing her phone on the bed , Cassy enter the bathroom to have her bath