Anime Bookshelves Novels & Stories

A Dream House (Continuation) I sat on the beige colored tiled floor of the living room. And I looked around me, the ceilings are neatly painted white, while the walls are covered with medium toned brown wallpapers. I opened another box. From the box I pulled out lots of books, maybe fifty to seventy of them. The books come in different forms, big and small, thin and thick. Our book collection includes about twenty five of Mallory’s bedtime story books, a New King James bible version, a children’s bible, and there is one of my favorite books; Ikigai: The Japanese Secret to a Long and Happy Life, also my favorite novels from Mitch Albom; Tuesday with Morrie and Five People You Meet in Heave

So much for keeping his feelings about Talia to himself. Anthony led Talia into his office, and she looked around curiously. He had an entire wall of bookshelves with one of those ladders that were sometimes in libraries. It was impressive. Talia didn’t read much, but books fascinated her…or more likely, the way some people loved books fascinated her. All the volumes on Anthony’s shelves were leather bound with fancy gold lettering on them, but none of them appeared to be books she could curl up with. “They’re all legal books, unfortunately,” Anthony said, coming to stand beside her. “But look.”

Curiosity piqued, I pushed it open and stepped inside. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight before me. The room had a tiled chessboard floor and stretched out farther than I could see, lined with row upon row of bookshelves. It was a private library, grander than anything I'd ever imagined. I walked slowly between the shelves, my fingertips trailing reverently along the spines of the books. They were meticulously organized – fiction arranged alphabetically, non-fiction sorted by subject, with color-coded dots marking different genres. A children's section boasted lower shelves and inviting floor cushions, while comfortable leather armchairs were scattered throughout for quiet

"I prefer the ones where it switches perspectives." Lumen leaned on the desk. "I've known him since I was like, nine, and all of this is new to me." Aspen turned and opened a roll top drawer behind her on the credenza. It hid a wealth of what looked like personal items from stuffed animals to a stack of books. One particular book in hardback with a peachy tone stuck out to Max. It was the exact shade of peach as Nabanita's book cover had been, though a little worse for wear.

Anamaria called after her as they left. He was a bit nervous because she had never come over to his place before but had forced himself to clean up last night after stupidly making the offer. Not that it was all that messy to begin with. He was a tidy person. She looked around appraisingly once they arrived before sitting down on the couch. “Nice comic book posters.” They were pretty much the only decorations he had aside from his Funko Pop! collection of various superheroes and supervillains kept on some shelves mounted to the wall. He stuck them in simple black frames so they looked nicer and the edges didn’t fray as quickly.

I accepted Annelise's invitation and visited her at her work at the mall. She used her amazing and long lunch time to show me her favorite stores, including a bookstore whose shelves reached two floors of the building, and the characteristic smell of new and never used books filled the entire environment. I myself was strongly influenced by the unique atmosphere that a library or bookstore can offer, and I ended up buying half my salary of books that would require a lot of strength from my arms to carry them. Also inside the bookstore I was introduced to one of her best friends, Zylah, a very thin and tall girl, with dark blonde hair and green eyes, and the only attendant in the whole store.

"I knew Pauline would like it, but Pauline isn't easily fazed, not like you. And she doesn't even like books." Andrew stepped inside, his eyes wide with amazement. He took in the plush armchair in the corner, the small writing desk nestled beneath a window that looked out onto a hidden garden, the shelves filled with leather-bound volumes that looked centuries old. The quietude was profound, a palpable sense of peace that enveloped us both.

The books and reference materials were separated by grade and labeled clearly with signs to make it easy for the students to find what they wanted. A maneki-neko was placed on the counter and a healthy bonsai tree was growing well in a vase next to the wall. There was an open novel on the counter, which was probably Jasmine’s current read. Imogen heard that Jasmine opened the bookstore with Serenity because she loved reading and could earn while indulging in her hobby. A whole bookshelf was dedicated to all sorts of novels, though it was placed in the innermost corner. This was because their shop was located opposite a school and parents did not like their kids to be distracted by novels whe

Shortly afterwards Kazame released me, and I hurried off to Prince Kanzuka's room. Prince Kanzuka's room, I was shocked by a huge collection of books. Who would have thought Prince Kanzuka is a man who likes to collect books. He likes a lot of books to make a special room of his own book. I also greeted him, treating wounds and serving him food. Before I left, he and I had a chance to talk. "Prince Kanzuka, what books do you collect?" I asked him. "Yes there is a lot that I collect, about drugs, poisons, martial arts and weapons."

I can still feel the maids eyeing me, but I didn't mind them anymore to not make them uncomfortable with me. And while looking around the shelf, I noticed something wrong so I went to check the other shelves as well with a creased forehead. I glanced at the maids who were back to doing their jobs and noticed that one of them is arranging the books in the same way. "Excuse me?" They stopped from moving just to face me. I frowned at them. "Why is it that all the books are arranged according to what year it's published instead of by titles?" I looked back at the book beside me. "This one, the Lycans History from the Vampires invasion, is two books away from book two of this title. Why is that?"