Women's Library Novels & Stories

I’ve pointed out to her that we’ve had sex in our bedroom which has her personal collection of books. That was a mistake. She made me sleep on the couch in the living room that night. Ever since then I’ve never mentioned that again. “I know,” I reply, resigned to my fate. “Even though it could be fun.” “The library is fun, just not in the salacious way you want it to be.” “What about the aisle with the books about sex?” She purses her lips primly. “Those are for entertainment purposes. They are not an invitation to recreate them in this sacred space.”

I stopped by the library—the same one I’d visited as a girl, the place where I first found stories about women who dared to rise beyond the walls they were born in. Mrs. Bertram, the head librarian, recognized me immediately. “You’ve grown into yourself,” she said as she welcomed me inside. I smiled. “I’m trying.” “I heard about the Foundation. And the baby. Congratulations.” “Thank you.” “I always said you had a story inside you.” “I think it just took time to find its voice.” I donated a dozen books from the Barlowe house—stories I wanted other young girls to find: Jane Eyre, Little Women, The Secret Life of Bees, Becoming, The House on Mango Street, and more.

He assured everyone that he would send Charles over to the library once their meeting was over and pointed them in the right direction. The library was a grand building just off the main square but despite its size the librarian was the only one who worked there. The librarian was quick to introduce herself as Melissa and she had enormous wings like Jill. Melissa’s wings however, acted more like a dress and draped on the ground flowing elegantly behind her.

I replied, and she flinched at my sudden jolt. I rubbed my forehead, my frustration already centering there. Here I thought Marco had told me the biggest secret this pack could hold, but now this woman here was telling me what I looked for didn’t exist—and looking at me as if I had a mental problem. Today was the last day I could pull this off, the stakes higher than ever, but I was clueless. What could I do? “The library only has numbers for sections, and the shelves in that section too. So maybe it’s only a part of what you’re saying you might be referring to,” the woman said.

“I’ll let it go this once. The next time you come to me with such dangerous questions, you will be duly punished. Library etiquette. Your hands must be sanitised with that special mix over there before you touch any book, and any one you intend to take out of here must be registered with me.” She spins around and marches to the high backed seat, plopping herself into it. She’s the librarian? The woman is an enigma, her words confuse me, as she does herself. What was that about my self-destruction? A curse or just the ramblings of an old woman?

BUT THIS ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• IS PRESENT DAY. ANYWAYS, PLEASE ENJOY! ༻☆✫☆༺ The Goodwill library was a sanctuary of knowledge and silence. Tall wooden shelves lined the walls, filled with countless books that whispered secrets of the past and promises of the future. The soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of pages turning created a soothing atmosphere. Students were scattered throughout the library, some hunched over their computers, others buried in textbooks, all lost in their own worlds of study and contemplation.

“It’s just that I don’t want to leave your side. You’re pregnant, Jessa. My wolf is crazy protective, and I don’t want anything to stress you out.” She huffed, though I could see her melting already. “You’re stressing me out.” A chime announced several newcomers to the library. I glanced over. It was a group of women that went straight to the self-help section. They whispered to each other, but I ignored them as I wrapped my arms around Jessa. “I could do something to relieve your stress,” I whispered in her ear. “Does the library really need you today?” She blushed and wrinkled her nose. “You’re impossible.”

Of course, Faith was understandably saddened about this, but has now realised that leaving him was one of the best things she ever did. William always managed to pop in to see Faith at least once a day, stealing her breath and making her heart gallop in her chest. A couple of days ago he had taken her to a vast, grandiose library at the end of her floor. It was astounding in Victorian style with a tiled chessboard floor and books covering the walls like moths to a flame. The library was built on two stories, with white ladders allowing you to reach the books at the top. The shelves were all made out of magnificent marble with gold edgings, and on the second floor, there were floor cushions a

Through tireless effort and unwavering commitment, she taught herself the art of sustenance, mastering the intricacies of farming and keeping animals with a steadfast resolve. In addition, she perused volumes within the confines of the city library. Despite being barred from the schools and other establishments owned by the Alpha in the city, she refused to succumb to ignorance. The woman slipped into the library with utmost secrecy, for she was intimately acquainted with the aging librarian who had once been a dear friend of her mother's. In this bustling metropolis, she found solace in the company of a single, elderly woman who seemed to be the only one who truly cared for her well-being.

“She gave balls, galas, parties, charity events, fund-raisers of every stripe. She actually had a heart and a conscience. She was the human face of an otherwise very imposing old firm. She held a gala one year to raise money for a literary charity at the NYPL—” “Holy shit, you worked at the NYPL?” “Fifth Avenue, Main Branch,” he said with barely concealed pride. “With Lenox and Astor?” she asked, naming the two famous lions that guarded the legendary library.