Women's Library Novels & Stories

With that decided for her day, she walk herself towards the library. It is like a common library that has a librarian who wears glasses with thin eyebrows and excess makeup. Well, at least that is one thing alike from their world. "Good morning! I would like to borrow books about the history of the Kingdom." The woman look over her glasses and darted her eyes on her. Then she clicks her tongue, writing something on a pad and tearing a page, handing it to her. "The farthest shelf," she says, her lips were right apart, her gums and teeth showing.

Inside, it's quiet and peaceful, shelves upon shelves of books stretching toward the ceiling. An elderly woman sits at the front desk. When she sees me, her expression softens with something like sympathy. "You must be Sera," she says kindly. "I'm Mora. I run the library." "It's beautiful," I say honestly, looking around. "Feel free to browse. Reading is allowed for everyone, even..." She trails off, seeming to catch herself. "Even unwanted mates?" I finish for her. Mora winces. "I was going to say 'even visitors,' but yes, I suppose that's more accurate. I'm sorry, dear. This situation isn't fair to you."

He thought about the woman in the southeast corner who had been first and had read for an hour and a half. He opened the library notes. He wrote: The fifth of August. The first day. Two hundred and fourteen people. Forty-one pauses on the fourth tread — nineteen percent. Sixty-three in the reading room. Twelve for longer than an hour. The woman in the southeast corner: an hour and a half. She arrived first and she stayed the longest. She did not know she was first. She came because it was Tuesday and the library was open and she had a reason or no particular reason — either is the right reason.

“Ah—sorry.” “For what?” “I-it’s... Forget it.” “Come on. You said you wanted to go to the library, right?” “Of course.” A few minutes later, we reached the front of the major library. We both got out of the car and rushed inside. A woman who was the keeper of the library welcomed us kindly. Red glasses always perched on her pretty face. “It’s rare to see you, Ara. Is there anything you need to look for?” asked the woman with the name tag ‘Hyuna Kwon’.

Because of how they became unstable, they were being replaced by new ones. The library wasn’t one of the most frequented places in the pack. Most werewolves preferred action related activities rather than sitting at one corner silently and flipping through the pages of historical classics— that’s what at least most of the library was filled with. The building used was constructed at least a century ago and appeared to be shabby. But it had its charm according to the librarian, Mrs. Bennett— a chirpy woman in her eighties who wore weird glasses and could go on forever about her love for books.

she replied her and when she noticed the worry on her face, she said, “Be at ease. There is nothing to worry about.” Like a spell, Amber suddenly felt relaxed and she walked to one of the shelves before pulling out a book. A frown came to form on her face and she pulled out few other books before placing them back in its place. Turning her body to look at the woman, she said to her, “Your library is for cookbooks, flower characteristics and Animal instincts?” “Mm, what were you expecting?” the woman answered, not looking at her and Amber scoffed. “I thought you might have some fictional books with some genres like Teen, Young Adult, Billionaire and Romance but I can’t find any of that right

Zach says as we begin walking to the library again. We walk in, waving at the woman who is standing guard at the front window like someone might decide to steal some books. Since Piper and Zach seem to know where they’re going, we follow them back to a secluded corner of the library. It’s darker back here but there’s a table set up and a young woman is there with a computer in front of her, typing away at lightening speed.

The walk to the bookstore was shorter than she expected. Nestled between two larger buildings, its faded sign read "Willow’s Nook.” A small bell chimed as they stepped inside, and the scent of old paper and polished wood greeted them. The librarian was a small lady with a bob cut and cat eyed glasses, probably in her fifties. The space was cozy, with narrow aisles lined with overflowing shelves and dim lamps casting a warm glow. It felt like stepping into another world, one untouched by time.

The space was vast, filled with tall wooden shelves that stretched from wall to wall, every inch lined with books. “Ugh, the library’s never been my favorite place,” Anna muttered, glancing around with slight distaste. Just then, a woman approached them. She looked like she worked there, wearing a name tag and a warm smile. “Good morning, ladies. What brings you here today?” “We’re looking for ancient historical fantasy books,” Rhea explained. “Specifically anything about mystical creatures.” “Oh, we’ve got a few of those tucked away. Not many people are interested in that section anymore,” the woman said, already motioning for them to follow her. “They’re quite old. Some pages might be miss

Although the elderly woman had an exterior, Serenity needed to use few sweet words and a cure for her weak knees to get the woman to allow her to enter the library. Since Serenity was not allowed to leave her spot during the daytime, once the night arrived, she was able to borrow the keys from the librarian to enter the place. Serenity convinced the woman with the words about how bored and lonely she felt in the pack that it almost drove her to depression, and a couple more words to make her seem further pitiful earned her that trust. After entering the library, she turned on the light and took a moment to appreciate the cosy place. Although Serenity found it more efficient and less troubles