Where The Library Hides: A Novel Novels & Stories

The brittle part of me still trembles, but at least now, I’m not letting it break me. A soft breeze catches my hair, and I glance back, expecting to see Gabriel still lingering. He’s not there. I let out a quiet sigh, a mix of relief and something I don’t even want to name. Maybe it’s pride. Maybe it’s fear. Maybe it’s both. Either way, I keep walking, straight-backed, eyes forward, silent, invisible, untouchable, just enough for me to survive another day. The hidden corner of the library had always been mine, my little fortress of books and silence, the only place where I could pretend that the world outside didn’t exist, where the chaos of people and expectations didn’t claw at me.

he winked playfully, and I smacked his shoulders. "Just kidding, I need you to look for a book that was stated here; Copperhead Road by Roger Canaff. Read it for me, will you? I tried to search for it online, but the security system blocked me, there is something about that book. I am pretty sure that all the copies in the library have been thrown away too but I'm hoping that this person has hidden a copy. It was stated in the journal that it is her favorite one and she would always hide it behind other books to make sure that no one else takes it," he sighed and looked deeply into my eyes. "Cana," he said in a serious voice.

Soon the sun began to set and my hope began to dwindle as we flipped through book after book without a single mention of Lady Rina. “This is ridiculous,” I groaned in frustration, dropping another book back onto the table. “It's like someone put in a lot of effort into making sure that she doesn't exist. Caleb said the books were moved here but we have searched everywhere and there's still nothing.” Ingrid paused, her eyes catching something over my shoulder. “I'm not sure we have searched everywhere Luna, because look behind you.” I turned to follow her gaze and saw a guarded section at the very end of the library. A pair of imposing guards stood before an elaborate metal gate, blocking off

I quickly hid the book, it may seem insignificant but I thought I might be doing something wrong by combing through Alec's past. "who's there?" said a voice from the library door, the bookshelves that covered me were a breach that allowed me to create an opportunity to hide it better, it was then that I placed the book under a messy table, covered the book with several other books that there were there and then I finally showed myself. "Sorry I think I made a mistake" I said, walking in a hurry to get out of there quickly, after all the library was a place where no one had allowed me to enter. I felt his hand tighten on my wrist.

Maybe Clora’s presence was more than a coincidence. “Clora,” I said hesitantly, “if you wanted to hide something in this mansion—something important—where would you put it? Or if you were looking for something hidden, where would you start?” Her brows furrowed. “I don’t really know where to hide things here. But if I were looking for secrets, I’d start in the library. People always forget how much gets buried in books.” She looked curious, maybe even suspicious. “What are you trying to hide… or find?”

I didn't want to see Darcie yet, but I didn't know where else to go. The library was the one place that I could escape to; I could hide in a book better than I could hide behind my very open desk. I managed to keep myself contained until I stepped through the big glass doors protecting the books before I lost it.

Aria looked away. “You’re up early,” she offered, her voice too thin to stand on its own. “I always am.” Then nothing. The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was worse. It was practiced. She nodded like that made sense and turned toward the window before he could see the way her throat worked too hard to swallow. The library was hidden. Of course it was. Xander’s house had corners like secrets, and this one lay behind a narrow wooden door tucked between two cold stone columns. She hadn’t meant to find it.

How could he find this hidden library anyway? Noel strategically chose his library's location to be on the most secluded place, away from the bustling city of Westwood. He chose his place carefully, at the back of the alleyway of a suburban road north to the capital of Westwood, near the so-called death forest which people said that meat ravaging ghosts who kidnapped people and scattered their blood everywhere on the roadside. Actually, the legend about the ghost weren’t true at all. There’s nothing, except for some psychopath who hid inside an abandoned house inside the forest and killed people occasionally. For an uncouth an inhumanely imbecile like him, Noel gladly presented his bloodied

Lucy sat at a small wooden desk in the very last row of the history section, in the library. She was at a hidden corner that the overhead lights barely reached her. She kept her head down, her eyes tracing the same line of a textbook for twenty minutes without processing a single word. Every time the heavy front doors creaked open in the distance, her heart jumped. She was hiding, and she knew it. She heard the footsteps before she saw him. She didn't look up, but the air around her suddenly felt charged, a shadow stretched across her open book, and then the chair across from her was pulled back.

I suggested, already forgetting about the creepy thing that just happened. “It’s in the opposite direction, let’s just ask the driver to take us there” We walked to the parking lot, instructed the driver and he drove us to the library. Thirty minutes later, we arrived at the library. “What book are you looking for?” The librarian asked once she saw us searching through the shelves. “The hidden reality by Brian Greene” Pearl replied. I couldn’t care less of what the book was all about, so I went through the shelves where romantic and erotic books that’ll fuel my fantasies more, picked one and borrowed it together with the whatever that Henry had needed.