The Love Librarian Novels & Stories

Instead, she breathed a heavy sigh of resignation before turning her back at her. She pursed her lips. She gave Zoe a pat on her shoulder before going inside her room. Just like what her aunt said, things that she got from her ex were no longer in her room. Before, she would put in display the gifts she had received from that man. Even the flowers, she would lovingly put them on a vase. She chuckled to herself. She was crazily in love back then. It’s just too bad that she fell in love with the wrong person.

Theodore laughed nervously. "So, what is the main reason for you bringing me here then?" Joseph asked. "You see, these yellow dandelions represent hope, love, and happiness. And since this is our third data, it's finally time for you to decide about me and about us," Theodore sounded nervous, "And I wanted you to ell your decision with your whole heart. Just like these yellow dandelions mean hope, love, and happiness, in the same way, I've brought you here with the hope of our love blooming and us leading into a path full of happiness. Though sometimes our path might be filled with thorns, with all my might, I will destroy them. I just want a sign of yes from you, angel, and I'll show you ho

I walked to the front desk, confused, and the librarian handed me a bouquet of sunflowers wrapped in brown paper. Sunflowers were my favorite, I wondered who sent them. Then my phone buzzed, Wesley: Good luck. You are going to crush it baby. I stood there in the middle of the library, holding the sunflowers, my heart swelling so big I thought it might burst. People were staring, but i didn't care. Me: You sent me flowers? Wesley: Yes. I wish I could be there to give you in person and see that beautiful look on your face.

Portia took two tentative steps in the direction of the door before turning around and telling Wilbury that she had changed her mind and that perhaps Master Julian should be left alone for at least the next century or two. The butler has vanished. He had escaped without making a single sound from his frail bones. Portia moved back to the door after letting out a sigh. She stifled her reluctance and snuck into the library, gently closing the heavy door behind her. She understood why a vampire in need of a restful night's sleep may find the place alluring. Two of the walls were panelled in rich, dark mahogany, and the other two were lined with floor to ceiling bookcases. The space

I knew what was going on and I couldn't resist. My pulse got faster and my temperature – higher. My lips parted slowly and I let her in. Her tongue... Her saliva... And her face were mine for seconds. So there we stood, in a deserted dusty and dark room – out of bound to students, with one of the biggest bullies groaning in pain and the other, knocked out, and me, kissing a… vampire – The love of my life. "Ehm ehm!" Amaya brought us back to reality as she stood at the door.

I muttered. I keep guessing then, I remember he loves to standby at the library. I instantly went there and keep looking at every desk, but he wasn't here also, I lose hope. I pouted my lips, “maybe he already went home.” "But, without telling me?" My gosh! He never did like this before. I'm being paranoid. "He never goes home without me, or without even telling me." I wanna go home, feeling upset. But my eyes catch a man at the corner of the shelves, and eventually, I saw him. I sigh.

Ethan stood alone in the library, a room so vast it swallowed sound. Dust danced in the golden beams, the scent of aging paper, wood polish and something older. He moved his fingers tracing the spines of old books, many of which he'd never been allowed to touch as a child. Names embossed in gold, edges worn soft from the hands of others he had studied in secrets. Now no one stopped him, but the feeling of trespassing has never truly left.

Elle was loving working as a librarian, she enjoyed it very much,it kept her busy and gave her something to look forward to every morning. Even though her job back home was guaranteed to be hers again if she went back because she worked for her father in his company, she loved being a librarian here. She loved being surrounded by books and helping people find what they were looking for. It was a peaceful job, and she found joy in the quiet routine. One day, while out on a walk, Elle stumbled upon a small art gallery. She had always been fascinated by art, and the gallery's pieces caught her eye. She stepped inside, and her eyes landed on a stunning portrait, there was something about portrai

“Ah, okay. I have no siblings. If you notice, my family name and my mother’s are different. It’s because she is my adoptive mother. Yet I feel like she’s like my birth mother. She loves me so much, and so do I.” Constantine listened while sipping his drink. “I see. Why do you become a librarian?” “Why not?” I frowned because it was such an unexpected question. My voice might be too offensive since Constantine immediately said, “I don’t mean to offend you.” I took a deep breath. Hunger caused unstable emotion. “Sorry. Well, I love reading and quietness. So, being a librarian is a good choice.” “Not an ambitious person.” A statement, not a question. Again, he reminded me of Ethan.

Meanwhile, I did not even ask for anything extravagant for my birthday. All I wanted was for him to take me to an amusement park—something simple, something fun, something just for us. Yet, he immediately refused, saying we were too old for that kind of thing. The pain in my chest became unbearable, and it was almost suffocating. Then, I exited their chat. While I had been thoughtfully considering his every need, he had been lavishing money on another woman, practically offering her his heart on a silver platter. I could not sleep all night, so I finally contacted a friend and asked them to help me find a reliable divorce lawyer. Reynold woke up at some point and, seeing me on the phone, ask