The Librarians Novels Novels & Stories

The library was huge, stretching two stories, filled with rare leather-bound volumes and banned books that I was amazed to see were in existence. I started at the bottom shelf, my fingers running over the spines. Observing everything. I was looking for anything related to fire, old records, or criminal history. Anything to connect the phoenix pendant to the men who killed my parents. An hour into the work, the library door opened, and Lucian walked in. He looked even more severe than yesterday, his face pale and drawn. He was holding a stack of files and moved with a careful, almost stiff slowness. "Elara." He didn't ask what I was doing; he clearly knew. "You're still here."

They had to stop their patch up unwillingly and parted ways. Pulling open the heavy door of the library, she walked inside, passed her ID card to the librarian and sauntered around. The library had a separate section for novels, which was renewed recently. Facing the shelf, Nora groaned as she watched the books lined up till the top. The shelf was divided into three sections. The bottom comprising the magazines, middle of novels and the topmost of the exam paper set. To reach the novel section, she had to climb over the ladder.

When it was written, who the author was, whether known or unknown, why it was written, in what form it was written, anything. I stopped by the librarian's and made some small talk with him. Librarians had this kind of thing that they did where they cheerfully engaged in conversations with whoever would care to listen. Well, I guess it could get kind of lonely if you had no company except books who just happened to not be capable of conversations. You should definitely be friends with a librarian though. They usually have a storehouse of knowledge to bestow. And by that, I mean those that actually read. The storehouse and the fact that they can tell you which new book just came in as well as

Books are removed and added, so it's kept up to date. What makes it special is the little section of books from best-sellers across the world. For the literature students, of course, I like to take advantage of that perk too. There are no library passes, but you'll have to check in with the librarian to get a book out. There's a common room with several chairs to sit and read, but since it's Tuesday and a little past noon, the place is almost empty. I count two girls and three guys when I passed. I visit the novel section. The likes of pride and prejudice, ugly love, after, and a few rom-com are enticing but I skip them all and take up a psychology text. I'll take those home and read them la

Eamon took a deep breath and looked around, "Have you heard of something related to two different types of people being mates like maybe a werewolf is mated to our kind or another kind, things like that? Is there a book like that here?" "Let me check my Lord", the librarian said as she went around and inspected the notebooks with her round glasses that were always on her neck, "Shelf 112 my Lord, maybe there will be something there for you". "Thank you and I don't want a word about this anywhere. I'm I understood?", Eamon gave her a very serious face for her to know that if word gets out without it getting out from him, that it would be a very serious problem. "Yes my Lord", the librarian bo

"Section 7, subsection Gamma. 'Mortality and its Discontents.' But be warned, it's not pleasant reading." “And—don’t touch anything that moves” “Got it.” I nodded my thanks and turned, leaving the ancient librarian to her dusty domain. As I walked into the shadowed stacks, I felt a grim sense of purpose settle over me. The air in Section 7, subsection Gamma, was thick enough to chew. The books were old and most of the titles were archaic and dull—"The Lamentations of the Second-Born," "A Treatise on Bloodlines and Boredom." I was about to give up when my fingers brushed against something different.

Dim overhead lights cast long shadows between the rows, and the air carried that comforting, dusty scent of old paper and leather bindings. Lila Harper had worked the late shift at the circulation desk for three semesters. At 29, she was the youngest full-time librarian on staff, with sharp hazel eyes, shoulder-length chestnut hair often twisted into a loose bun, and a body that her modest cardigans and knee-length skirts couldn’t quite hide. She knew every quiet corner of the building, including which sections offered the most privacy after 9 p.m.

༻☆✫☆༺ In the cozy library, filled with soft whispers and the charming aroma of old books, the usual tranquility held sway. It was a haven for diligent students, their heads buried in textbooks as they chased after knowledge and good grades among the comforting stacks of dusty tomes. However, Katherine didn’t quite fit the mold. Numbers and historical facts weren’t what excited her; her heart craved the enchanting worlds of romance and adventure found within novels. Every free moment, when she wasn’t wallowing in dismay over her less-than-stellar academic performance, was spent here, browsing the shelves for a story that would whisk her away completely.

Anticipation for each night strong. The annual library gala approached. Tension high. He stayed late helping. Passion overtook. In head librarian office. Door locked. "Need you now." Pressed to desk. Entered swift. "Tight heat." Pounded. "Hard." Climax fast. Full night after guests left. All sections. Stacks, desks, floors. "Take everything." Multiple rounds. "Relive favorites." Twist came after intense round. "Bestselling erotic novelist. Using you as inspiration."

I looked around, looking for Nick and he was already on the opposite shelf to my right, squatting down while looking for it. It was a little sweet gesture to think he's cold and moody and a jerk and... no. He's not a jerk. He's like a cold blooded animal. I focused myself once again on looking for the novel. I think it's already a very classical book that it's no longer found here. There were also some great books that caught my attention which took almost all of my time. More books made me totally forget that I'm here for that classic novel. All of a sudden, Nick was gone. I couldn't find him anywhere close by around the shelves where the classic novels are. But then I saw him walking over