The Library Gentlemen Novels & Stories

"Because you've spent the morning being told things you did not need to be told by people who did not need to tell you. I thought you might appreciate being told one true thing by a person who hasn't lied to you yet." I stopped in front of him. "What's the true thing?" "There is a library on the second floor of this wing. The door is the third on the right at the top of the staircase behind me. The door is not locked. It has not been locked in seventy years." "And?" "And the current head of the lower kitchens won't enter that library because the books are above her station. The current head of the great hall won't stop you at the door because the library is not his to the police. The current

"As a matter of fact, I do, but I'm thinking of having my attendants, that would be you fucks, wear kilts on account of my Scottish blood." "The fuck outta here with that shit Cap, I'm not wearing a skirt no matter what the fuck it's called." I knew that would shut him up. I also knew we were all trying to blow off steam before going back in. "Okay, guys, back to it." There wasn't any of the usual banter between us; we were all pretty solemn once we passed the door into the private library that we had kept under lock and key since the night we'd buried our old friend.

I slowly lifted my head and my heart completely flatlined in my chest. Jasper, Declan and Silas Kensington formed a wall around my desk. Jasper stood tall and broad, radiating an intense authority, Declan leaned against the bookshelf, wearing a knowing smirk that promised chaos and Silas was like a statue, his icy silver eyes completely dead and calculating as he stared down at me. “Mrs. Gable,” Jasper said, his deep voice filling up the quiet room. He didn’t even look away from me. The elderly librarian took one look at the three brothers then dropped her entire cart of reference books, turned on her sensible heels and scurried out of the aisle, abandoning me without a second thought. Every

You really couldn’t try to bullshit me if your life depended on it, could you? He motioned forward with a chuckle. “Come on. Let’s go to the library.” *** Andy was glad he’d let the place stand. The stone lions guarding the front stairs were almost life-size versions of the real thing. Their gaze was attentive rather than fearsome while they watched the library’s only remaining patrons enter the red brick edifice.

Leon explains, “is for the Prince and his family. Only the prince, his personal guests, and his private staff are allowed beyond the library.” “Library?” “The room with all the books,” he sighs. “It’s a shame you cannot read. Can you at least spell your name?” Then he stops, his cheeks flushed, “What is your name, by the way?” “Millicent, and yes,” I say proudly. “I know how to sign and read my name.” He watches me for a moment and then nods, not saying anything more. We walk in silence for several more minutes, passing closed doors and open hallways, stopping before a stone door decorated with gold filigree that, Leon explained, had been grown rather than constructed, into the shape of vine

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.

I was just walking behind Xavier, alive yet dead. “Lura, this is room twenty-seven. It’s the house library. Should I open it so you can see?” “Yes, open it,” I replied. Indeed, it was a very large library, stacked with old leather-bound books, salons with gold-trimmed furniture, and a massive portrait of Blackwood men and women staring down at me with frozen judgment. Each glance felt like a test on my life, and I hated how heavy their expectations felt on me. We left the library after some minutes and finally arrived in a smaller sitting room filled with gold chairs and expensive luxury.

Nikkie asked, folding his arms, and Emily slapped his lap. “Why the hell would such a book be on A****n?” She turned to Rihanna, “Where do you think we can get it?” “I don't know about that. It's been a long time since I found it in the library. I had to return it when I gave up hope.” “What library?” Elaine asked. “Gerald Public Library.” Rihanna replied, and Elaine took out a notepad, scribbling the name onto it quickly. “Is there anything else we need to know?” I asked, looking at the notepad.

While I was filled with thoughts of what just occurred,Leila walked in.We usually live together in this house plus it’s big enough for at least four people. ”Girl start talking”,she sounded so hyped,giggling at me.Leila always tries to set me up with guys because she thinks I’m missing out on love.But i detest men,it doesn’t mean I’m lesbian either. ”He just wanted to drop me off,nothing serious”. ”oh yeah?I saw the way he opened his car door for you,omg he’s a gentleman…he is so handsome girl”,she smiled at me,poking me with her elbows.

" I was told by the staff he'd be here. This is his study, or am I wrong?" "No, you're at the right place. He just went out." Oliver put the book back and wiped his hands in his pants. He gestured at the shelf. "The Lord asked me to deliver something to him." "From the library?" "I...” The man was standing there, expectant and Oliver said. “All right, you caught me." He lifted his hands in surrender. "I was checking the books. He has an amazing collection." The man's eyes searched the spines of the books "Oh, yes. Yes, he does indeed. I see it even contains Dickens! And it was only published last month. "