Arranged Books Novels & Stories

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.

I heard the worried tone of the helper and immediately sat up. “What is it?” I asked frowning and she immediately explained what is happening which made me rush out of the room to reach the back garden without pausing a step. “Stop it!” I shouted before Lisa can step on the plants and found her other friends standing aside. “What do you think you are doing?” I continued reaching her side while she frowned at me. “I need this place clean for arranging the tables and decorations. What’s wrong with that?” she asked without a slight hesitation. “Are you mad? These are not waste plants that can be removed just for some function. They grow vegetables and are used by us and also the helpers.” I poi

"And so was our little arrangement, but that didn’t stop you from agreeing to it, did it?" He chuckled. A few seconds later, a notification popped up on my phone. Schedule received. "See? I’m a man of my word," he said. "For now," I muttered before hanging up. I stared at Rayian’s schedule, my heart pounding. Step one was complete. Now, it was time for the real game to begin. ... Lucas' Pov After Lena left, I poured myself a drink and sank into the couch, swirling the amber liquid in my glass.

She reorganized her bookshelf twice. Not by color this time — she'd already done color, that was a September system, and she was in November now, and November required something different. She tried alphabetical by author, which was sensible and correct, and lasted approximately twenty minutes before she started moving things around by feeling, which was less sensible and more honest, and ended with Didion next to Baldwin next to a dog-eared Marilynne Robinson she'd read four times and a slim collection of poetry she'd bought at Margins and hadn't opened yet.

The perfection of the scene was suffocating, but that was why I quickly noticed something out of place. They had a shelf of books here in the living room, and the book seemed to be arranged by colour rather than alphabetically. The colours were also ordered in shades, from darkest to lightest on the shelf. So the dark red book between books of lighter red, stood out like a sore thumb. Looking around only once, I stood up to investigate. When I pulled it out, I saw it was a book on pack history, unsurprisingly. But when I moved to put it back, I noticed the black button tucked behind the neatly arranged spines.

Everything on his desk and cabinets was neatly arranged in strict order. The books in his cabinet were arranged alphabetically from A to Z. There was not a book out of place, except … Larissa suddenly noticed something unusual. There was a book shoved into a corner of his bookshelf that was nearest to his office chair. It was a high school physics textbook, seemingly out of place in Kevan's office. Through the glass, Larissa could see that the physics textbook was very old. Some parts of its spine were worn and the pages were yellowish.

I say blandly as I stare at him, my brain scrambling for things to say as Mercer leans one shoulder lightly against the counter watching me wander through the space like he’s enjoying the sight more than he should. “What exactly were you expecting?”He asks. “I don’t know, Something aggressively masculine? Maybe a giant TV playing ESPN twenty four seven.”I say laughing as I admit honestly. “That sounds awful.”He says cheekily. “It really does.”I whisper as I move toward the bookshelf next, curiosity immediately winning over my self-preservation instincts. And the thing is the books are actually organized, not just randomly either which means they weren’t placed there for decoration. There are

She smiled at his roundabout way of confirming that he did, in fact, see her every night. "Also, I personally sorted these books into a particular order, so quit just sticking things in wherever you want. There's a method to my madness. And don't go telling me it's not you. I've seen you pick out books, only to ditch them on another shelf a minute later." "What order is that?" James spun around to where her voice had come from. "The Beaumont system, it's very complex," he said, listening for her voice again. "You should get a librarian," she called out, laughing a little.

"But I meant book wise. Why don't you look around and find one you'd like to read?" Liviana frowns, stopping her book ogling and turning to the man to ask, "but what about the shelf? Don't you need help?" He shakes his quick, assuring her that it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. "I'll do it alone," he tells, insisting she look around and see if there were any books she wanted. "Browse, read, relax. I'll take care of the shelf." I'll take care of you, he wanted to say. But he refrains, ignoring those confessing thoughts as he watches her smile.

When he arrived outside the private house again, Philip took out the key to open the door, but he noticed some details this time. The books on a bookshelf by the window attracted Philip’s attention. One row was full of ancient medical techniques in Orienta. Compared to other rows, the books on this row were arranged haphazardly, while others were neatly arranged according to publication date. “This ‘Golden Recipes’ should be in front of ‘Meridian Classics’, so why is it in front of ‘New Herbal Recipes’?” As he spoke, Philip arranged several books in chronological order. Creak! Something under the bed seemed to have opened.