Anime Bookshelves Novels & Stories

It was a place where the so-called otaku’s go to, and they are just the right place to go crazy, She tapped his shoulders lightly before she pulled him towards the small alley, Augustine just silently followed his wife like a big child and soon they arrived inside a somewhat spacious place for a bookstore, everywhere you look, there are books. But these books are not just regular ones. They are mostly erotic and wild books that no kids should read until they are old enough. There are Manga’s, light novels, comics, novels, and DVDs on each of their respective sections. There is also a place just for stuff that is what Japanese call, hentai, ecchi or porn in English, perverted mangas or books.

James shakes his head as he grins, “so.. would you prefer fifty shades or Susie homemaker?” “Hmm,” I hum as I walk slowly over to the bookshelves in the mini red light district. There were a lot of toys on the shelves. Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, cock rings, some kind of stone eggs I didn’t recognize, and of course an assortment of handcuffs and rope. My curiosity gets the bette of me and I go over to the large X, trailing my hands over the smooth wood and gripping the cuffs. Turning to James I say hesitantly, “I’ve been reading a book. One of Annie’s.. about.. being fully dominated. And I was wondering if we could try that?”

Soft rugs were scattered around in different shapes that were playful, comforting. Against the far wall, a reading nook had been built with shelves filled from top to bottom. Picture books for the little ones, novels of all kinds for the older ones. Damn near every topic that you could think of. Fiction, non-fiction, manga, history, lore, etc. A huge, cushioned bench wrapped along the windows, covered in pillows so fluffy even I wanted to curl up on them.

The shelves curve gracefully along the inner walls of the chamber, following the natural contours of the wood, each one laden with volumes of ancient lore and mystical knowledge. The books that line the shelves are a treasure trove of wisdom, collected over centuries by the Earth Goddess and Theo as they journeyed through the realms of magic and mystery. Leather-bound tomes and weathered scrolls share space with delicate manuscripts adorned with intricate illustrations, each one a testament to the rich tapestry of knowledge that lies within.

The arrangement has gotten better and the bookshelf shined at last in the storage room. “You got this childhood anthology too?” Essi recognized the intricate details of the book cover and it was something thoroughly handmade. Although Essi already read the contents of that familiar book, she wanted to read it again. “Can I borrow it?” “Of course!” Oneil volunteers to get the book that is on the top shelf. The book is placed horizontally. Since the ladder is limited, Oneil cannot clearly see what else was underneath the book. He tried to carefully pull it out. But a brown envelope flew out from the shelf right in time of getting the special book.

Crystal muttered, smiling as she was led by Angelica to sit by the nearby desk, a few steps after passing the 3rd row of shelves. Angelica placed the book down with a thud before holding the hardbound cover of the said book and flipped it open, the contents revealing printed images with words citated beside or under the photos. The pages itself seemed to be slowly darkening due to oxidation and time. The pages were fragile as if they will be torn just by a mere mistake of flipping them in an unruly way, which explains Angelica’s delicate actions.

BRYNNE The royal library annex is quiet, yet somehow, it feels so alive. Sunlight filters through tall windows framed by cream drapes, catching on the dust motes that drift in the still air. Lamps hang from the ceiling, their shine dimmed by the natural light. When compared to the main academy library, the annex isn’t large, but it has a warmth that the other one lacks. Shelves climb all the way up to the high ceiling, packed with books too rare for common hands. Carved chairs with soft, firm padding circle polished tables, and further in, couches sprawl lazily across rugs.

The walls are painted a deep shade of navy blue, and the floors are made of polished hardwood. In the center of the room is a king-sized bed with crisp white sheets and fluffy pillows. It's my sanctuary, the place where I retreat to when the world becomes too overwhelming. Beside the bed is a matching set of nightstands, each with a lamp and a stack of books. Against one wall is a massive bookshelf, filled to the brim with leather-bound tomes and old manuscripts. I've always been an avid reader, and my collection spans a wide variety of genres and subjects. Some of my favorite authors include Shakespeare, Hemingway, and Kafka.

And even when they hadn’t… I no longer let them land. I had too much peace in me now. There wasn’t room for shame anymore. Back at the house, I carried the books Darren had ordered for the nursery upstairs and placed them on the newly assembled shelf. They were all hardcovers with soft pastel covers and gold-stamped lettering: Goodnight Moon, The Velveteen Rabbit, Where the Wild Things Are, Dream Big, Little One, I Am Enough. I traced the spine of each book with my fingertip, whispering the titles softly.

The bookshelf was just as tall as Andrew so he could easily access the books there. The bookshelf had all sorts of books, ranging from fictional novels to nonfictional novels, to educational novels and textbooks. Her eyes caught titles like; The Redwall series by Brian Jacques, Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink, The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros and a lot more. Even the Encyclopedia was in his bookshelf. And there was also some novels on the basis of business and finance. The book the lad was currently reading was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie.