Where The Library Hides: A Novel Novels & Stories

what i saw inside shocked me to death Every truth about Mrs Hareite and Sarahs' existence was written there But then..it seems like some things were added and the words were manipulated How did my book even develope legs..? As i was thinking..a thought came into my mind of last time When i didn't see my book at it's position in my room and was about checking it before Nina came in-- Oh My god! Nina must have taken it and edited it..whatever it is she edited, I'm sure her name was in it

The more I read, the more I felt this quiet storm building inside me—soft, steady, inevitable. I didn’t tell Nathaniel. Not yet. It wasn’t because I didn’t trust him. I did. But this felt mine—personal. Like some kind of rite I had to walk alone. Eventually, I hid the book beneath a loose floorboard in the corner of the library. No one had been there when I first discovered it, and I intended to keep it that way. The last thing I needed was more whispers and side-eyes from the council—or worse, from Ama.

Tonight, it was rather suffocating. I dropped the book I was holding on the counter and observed my surroundings. The library was empty as it usually is by that time. A lot of people in Blackwood didn't use the library. They were too busy fighting their battle, hiding their secrets. But for me, the library was another home, a place where I could hide myself away from the world. A few moments into sorting the book, I heard a low growl echo through the room. I got startled and froze on the spot I was standing.

I let him believe he’d won the conversation. But when night fell and the house quieted, I slipped from the bed and padded silently through the halls. Muzan was nowhere in sight. The shadows didn't feel so ominous tonight. They felt inviting. I reached the library and lit only one candle, careful not to wake anyone with too much light. My fingers trembled as I went for the book I'd hidden behind the cracked spines of several history volumes. I opened it to the page I'd bookmarked with a dried petal.

The man blinked once, then again, and in a slow, but deliberate motion, he walked past me, brushing his fingers across the edge of the shelf like he was hearing from them rather than looking through the books. “Come,” he ordered. “If you want answers, then stop hiding from them.” I followed him, looking around at the strange looking walls, unsure of where he was taking me to, but my curiosity overpowered the fear. We stopped in a narrow corridor at the very back of the library–where the stones felt colder and the silence heavier, cobwebs a design on the walls. He reached up, pulling free a leather-bound book, so old, the title had long been rubbed away. Handing it over to me, his eyes looked

He didn’t turn, but the words landed heavy in the air. I pressed my lips together. A thousand answers burned at the back of my throat, but I swallowed them. Not now. By evening, the storm softened into drizzle, but the house didn’t feel any lighter. I wandered into the library again, pretending to look for something to read. The shelves towered above me, their shadows long in the dim light. My fingers brushed against familiar spines, but my mind was elsewhere—on the journal hidden carefully beneath layers of clothing in the back of my wardrobe. Cassandra’s words, sharp and desperate, seemed to hum in the silence.

Too quiet. It was a different kind of silence—the kind that lingered after someone screamed. The kind that warned you before the glass shattered. I passed the windows without looking out. I wasn’t ready to face the world. Not after burying the girl who once kept my secrets like they were hers. Not after feeling her silence take root in my ribs. Instead, I walked to the library. The place Ethan never let anyone into but never locked. I didn’t know what I was looking for. Answers maybe. Distractions. Something to anchor the weight pressing on my chest.

Changing personalities from time to time. When I flipped into the other pages, it suddenly vanished just in a snap and when I turned my head up, our strict librarian was already in front of me holding the book I recently read on his right hand. She raised an eyebrows to me and rolled her eyes after. If we're not allowed to read it then they should keep it in the private area. How can they keep such a private book in the public shelves? I made a face and drop off my gaze in the table. I look at the librarian and I saw she placed the book inside the vault near her table. Is it a secret? Why does it needs to be place in the vault where there were so many space in her shelf.

One of the bookshelves was sawed out, turning it into something of a secret compartment. Where is the best place to hide a book? A library, of course. But it was more than just a book—a thin booklet barely finger-wide and with a red binding, a color that she found creepily similar to dried blood. Fine. She didn’t actually think it was dried blood. Back then, she was only interested in the book’s contents—gates and portals to other worlds, other lives, other countries... If she had no other way to travel, that was how she would do it. Books also helped to forget things...and herself.

What will really determine this is whether or not the library will open to him. - We went inside and met up with Lord Anex. There it was. The library..... Just like how he said it. I would recognize it the moment that I lay eyes on it... THE DOOR TO THE HIDDEN LIBRARY IS A BOOK