Arranged Books Novels & Stories

If my name is picked, then I have to be one of the ten girls that lines up for him to inspect, like a prize a child might choose at a carnival or something. And then he'll get to choose any one of us he desires. I brace myself as our pack leader draws straws. Please don't pick me, I think. Please don't pick me! Please don't... Our Alpha draws a name. Mine. I stare at him, confused. He looks back at me, eyes cold and merciless. "Katia, come here,” he says. I feel like I'm in a dream as I walk over to him, my eyes downcast.

Plus, I didn't want her coming back and thinking I couldn't keep my own space tidy. I started by pulling all the books off the massive wall shelf. I carefully wiped each one down before arranging them by genre. I had either read or skimmed through almost half of them over the past month. Some of the titles were brand new to me, but they all perfectly matched my taste.

What the actual fuck? She ran her fingers through her long hair and laid her head back on the chair, seeming very nonchalant and carefree unlike the rest of us, "arranged." "Arranged?" "Yeah," Beverly said bitterly, "aren't we all?" She said as she raised her glass in mock toast and then downed the drink. "You're all arranged? I'm also arranged." "Again, aren't we all?" Beverly repeated. "But...you were only fifteen, Emma," I stated, confused and placed my wine glass on the table, waiting to hear the story.

“It’s the least I can do. I can’t just be sitting around doing nothing. Let me do something useful.” He looked at me, long and hard, as though trying to see through me. “Fine,” he muttered finally, leaning back in his chair. “Just don’t break anything.” Relief poured through me like warm water. I smiled and turned to the shelves. The books were in a chaotic mess. Their titles were hidden beneath dust, pages sticking out, their old leather spines bent out of shape. I started from the lower rows, slowly pulling out each book and setting them aside in neat piles.

“ Well that means we have to go to my work office then, “ Brandon said cheerfully and continued “ Follow my lead. Since you have found me worthy I would try my possible best “ He joked which earned a chuckle from Kace and me as we followed upstairs, dropping the cups of champagne on the glass center table. Minutes later we entered a neatly arranged room and it was through his picture portrait that was hung on the wall that I knew that this was his room. I was surprised because college girls always had this notion that any guy still in college always had a scattered room. But looking at Brandon’s room it was neatly arranged and the air-conditioning made the room chill and comfortable. “ In he

Her eyes shifted to the list of books in her hands, realizing the daunting task ahead of them. Arranging hundreds of books seemed like a monumental undertaking. As they opened one of the boxes filled with books, a cloud of dust rose into the air, irritating their noses. The room suddenly echoed with the sounds of sneezes, causing a momentary pause in their progress. The copies of the books they were handling showed signs of age and wear. Some were tattered, with pages on the verge of separating from their bindings. Folded pages were scattered throughout, but Ruby had a fondness for such books, appreciating their character and history.

Inside each was a list of dates, times, names of people who requested a book, and titles of books sequentially arranged. " What is this?"

He let out a chuckle and start showing me around the library. After sometime we left with me holding onto 2 books in my hand. I can always come and take more. As we left the place, I thought we were going into the other room. But he went towards the staircase. "What a-about that r-room?" I asked hesitantly. He looked at the room and quickly turn away. "That room is not important. Its just a storage room." he said too quickly making him suspicious. I dropped it not wanting to push the scary man.

I had just finished mopping the kitchen floor, when my cell phone rang. Trying to swipe the answer button with wet hands, I then kept it on speaker and spoke," hello?" Honestly at first I didn't know whose number it was. Cause I didn't had anyone's number. Our marriage was arranged indeed, and it was also all of a sudden marriage. Like one day Tariq's parents came to see me and the next day it was my nikkah. I did knew Tariq as Akka's friend from college but other than that I didn't know anything.

She walked after me, wearing a short black dress and heels, carrying a white board where she had her papers and a pen with everything that they had prepared while we were gone and whatever last-minute needs we had before tonight. “Everything has been prepared as planned boss. The drinks arrived last night and Michael has set them in their places at the bar. The hookers are ready, the rooms are clean, the dancers are dressed and ready, the poles have been polished, and the poker tables are also ready” Juliet said and I nodded. Her blonde hair was tied in a bun and her blue eyes looked at me for a second before looking down at the paper she had in her hand. “The seductresses?” “Getting dressed