The Midnight Library Matt Haig Novels & Stories

But Lara did… and it hurt her more than what he did to her three years back. Since she was left alone by Christophe and Francine, she went off to explore after dinner, wandering through beautifully furnished and decorated reception rooms that were lifeless. Lara was delighted to come upon a library and, locating the English section, selected ‘Jane Eyre’, her favorite. She hadn’t read it for several years. But Charlotte Brontë failed her for the very first time. Lara found it impossible to concentrate. Standing up again, she cast the book aside and stepped through the curtains to open the French windows that featured in virtually every room. She walked along the terrace. As Lara passed by ope

Made a hot cocoa for myself and snuggled up in a blanket with "fault in our stars" Now I was reading the part where Hazel reads the letter to Augustus. It took me back to the time when someone special had written a crazy letter for me back in time . Bubbles. Bubbles was no ordinary guy, there was something very special about him, about his whole aura. I was 14 when I met bubbles. I was looking for new books in a store down the street, because you just can not get enough. Am I right or am I right? Well, I was looking for something in the horror/thriller section. Stefen King's "The Stand" caught my eyes I went to get the book off the rack, but somehow I couldn't. It was being pulled from the o

“Okay, guys. Let's head to the study room. I've got something amazing to show you guys. Elektra skipped to the study room. It was a rectangular space with hundreds of books on the shelf. College was taking a toll on him, or was it his missing wolf? Alcinder reads too much if that's a thing. I mean, this is a lot of books. “Hey! Snap out of your endless thoughts”. Elecktra brought out a giant and rusty book. It had a black cover with gold writings on it and it smelt ancient. It was parched up in many places, it looked like it would fall apart if handled carelessly. At the other end, Alcinder kept watching me with curious eyes. What was his problem today? And Why was that look on his face? Jea

It doesn't matter that I don't see any; I'm aware of them now. I climb the stairs and can't resist pushing on a door that's partially open-cameras or no. It's directly across the hall when I reach the landing. I'm excited to find that it's a library with books lining tall oak shelves. There are two comfortable reading chairs and behind them a large business desk. I wonder if this is Moon's office. Snooping in different rooms is one thing. Going through his desk quite another, and I won't do it. I'll forget that Moon told me to treat his home as my own. Instead, I search the shelves and read titles. It's barely after twelve and I need to kill some time. I should have asked Mr. Thug where Moon

— The Gentleman in Black Lena rolled out of the bed, breathless, panting. She couldn't count how many times she'd had that nightmare. All over and over again, a recurring memory stalking her in her sleep like it was trying to show her something, tell her something. Lena wasn't interested in that. Especially when what she really wanted was to forget all about that day. It ruined everything for her. And so it felt cruel of the world to let her relive it every night.

He'd tear apart every damn book on witchcraft if he had to. The library's ancient hinges groaned as Nathan shouldered through the oak doors, the sound earning him a glare from the librarian. He didn't care. The scent of aged parchment and dust usually calmed him, but tonight it only made his wolf restless. Every nerve still vibrated from resisting Rita's pull in the dining hall. Allure. The word burned in his mind like a brand.

"Who are you?" "Matthew Hale." "And what do you want, Matthew Hale?" "A truce." She blinked. "We're not at war." "Not you and me," he said. "You and my family." Confusion cut through the anger — then something else, something heavier and colder sank into her stomach. Hale. She knew that name. Every wolf did. They were hunters — old ones, organized ones, the truly dangerous kind. The kind with funding and rules and archives older than the country.

Failed. That’s why the library’s always empty during the day. It’s not a real library—not during the hours that matter. It’s a front. A 24-hour gateway to… whatever the hell that was. By midnight the ache was unbearable. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t think. My hand slipped under the waistband of my pajamas almost without permission, circling slowly, but it wasn’t enough. The pictures in my head were too vivid, too loud. I got up, pulled on jeans and a hoodie, snuck out the back door like I was sixteen again. The streets were quiet; the library’s windows glowed faintly when I arrived.

I stared at Mad for a moment before I shook the thoughts out of my head. “That’s a pretty good twist,” Emma agreed. “Right.” He smiled meaningfully. “So you also read the book?” Emma asked him. “Yes. A friend recommended it to me. Now, I’m frustrated that I don’t have a clue about the author and he has only one book published. He’s very reclusive, but we deserve book 2, right?” “Or maybe it’s a trilogy,” Emma said. When Midnight was a hit, the publisher wanted to make it a book series.

The city glow hit the planes of his jaw, making him look like he’d been carved out of the night itself. “Call me Midnight,” he said. His voice was low, carrying a weight that made her skin prickle. “And I know exactly who you are, Lila. I know you touch yourself every night. I know you lie here imagining a stranger who comes in and tells you what to do. I know what you crave when nobody is looking.” He leaned against the wall, his gaze dropping from her face to the glistening toy still inside her. His eyes didn’t waver. There was no shame in his look, only a terrifyingly calm observation.