Arranged Books Novels & Stories

The chance alone was worth it. “Fine,” I said at last, turning to Simeon. “I’ll arrange the books.” “Very well, then,” he replied with a small nod. “The boxes are right here. All you need to do is arrange the books by their themes and titles and it might be a bit difficult since you’re still unfamiliar with how things work in this realm so to make it easier, there’s a color code for easy identification.” He walked over and pointed at the side of a book. “See this? Every book has a tag on the spine with a specific color. All you need to do is match the color of the tag to the box with the same color. Think of it as a fun little game. ”

“What am I supposed to do with those?” “They need to be put away,” she explained. “They go by authors and are in alphabetical order. Genre is on the side of the book, so they should be easy to find. I’m sure it’ll take you no time.” She turned to leave. “Wait, you're leaving?” I asked. “I’m afraid so. His Highness assigned other tasks for me this morning. I’m sure I’ll see you later, though,” she told me before she retreated from the library, leaving me in my personal hell.

He added as he took a piece of paper on the table and handed it over to May. She took the paper from him and glanced through it, the names of the books listed on the paper looked complicated, or could it be that she was an illiterate in this world? Even merely looking at the words written in the paper hurt her eyes. She then turned to look at the books she was to take to the big library but her mouth soon hung open when she saw the load of books arranged by the side of the entrance. Did he purposely bring these books here for her to take them to the library? She could not help but think that way because this was his lounge not his study chamber, why would he have a load of books arranged in

For me. "All these books....you have started reading?" I moved towards the bookshelf, looking at the collection in awe, running my fingers over the spines of the books, feeling the texture of the leather and the paper. There were classics, contemporary novels, and even a few non-fiction books that caught my eye. The shelf was beautifully arranged at the corner of the room with books that were arranged, neatly and meticulously. "Uh-huh," He shook his head, coming to stand behind me, "I thought you might like to read sometimes, that's why I arranged this setup."

She looked casual as she had expected herself to so she nodded her head in confirmation ready to go. She picked up each book and stuffed them into a canvas bag. With a canvas bag slung over her shoulder, Elaine stepped through the library's grand entrance. The familiar scent of aged pages and polished wood greeted her, invoking a sense of calmness that only a library could offer. As she made her way to the desk, Elaine couldn't help but admire the library's well-organized arrangement. The books were neatly aligned on shelves, grouped by genre and marked with labels indicating their respective categories. Fiction, non-fiction, biographies, and poetry each had their dedicated sections, creatin

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?"

I was certain I would find mine before him, though, because it looked like I was on the right track to finding it. There was a problem with this particular library, though. This library didn't have its books arranged in the proper order. The books were arranged haphazardly, with no care for order or easy location. Most libraries either had their books arranged in alphabetical order or according to author's names or according to the genres but this particular one didn't have any of that. Everything was joined together with everything and it made finding a book so difficult. I wonder why the Alpha had it like that, though.

I just wanted something to read until he got back. The office was warm, sunlight spilling through the tall windows onto the heavy desk in the center. It smelled faintly of leather and cedar, Aaron’s scent, lingering even in the air. I drifted toward the shelves. The books were arranged in that way only he would bother with: grouped by topic, then by size. My fingers skimmed over spines—business strategy, political biographies, a surprising amount of poetry. I smiled faintly. I plucked a slim hardcover from the third shelf, but as I pulled it free, something shifted. A thick manila folder, wedged sideways behind the books, tipped forward and hit the floor. Papers spilled in a loose fan across

-—————————— Back in my room, I locked the door and checked the books again. They were still lined up side by side. Still wrong. I rearranged them the way I'd left them, largest on bottom, smallest on top, and waited. If someone came back again, I'd know.

It had been delivered to my address. I opened it. Children's books. A full box of them, organized with a precision that was immediately recognizable as his, arranged alphabetically by title, which meant he had thought about the ordering before he placed the order, which meant this had been planned for longer than last night. I looked at the stack.