Arranged Books Novels & Stories

“How will this help us though? Do you separate your books by color?” Uncle Luc chuckles. “No, but my books are organized by subjects. So we just look at all of the green books in the magical spells section.” A grin spreads across his face. The page in Uncle Luc’s hand begins to glow as starts to chant the words written on the page. “Pone omnia in locum suum.” Books begin to fly through the air, moving onto shelves as more books go flying off the shelves, headed to their designated locations. Within a minute the tables, floor, and shelves are all cleared of clutter, with each book back in its rightful place.

Silence. “I don’t.” said Kai. Jonas sighed. “The problem is that honest people can still be dangerous.” No one could reproach. Because that was true too. Aren looked through the library. On the shelves. On the clocks. Open doors. And suddenly he noticed something. Something that nobody had noticed before. The books. All the books were in perfect order. Not alphabetical. Not by author. Not by topic. After years. Every shelf was a year. 1901. 1902.

It was clear that Sebastian was meticulous about the way his space was organized. The desk in the corner of the room was free of clutter, with only a few pens and a notebook resting on its surface. His bookshelf was arranged alphabetically, with each book aligned perfectly with the others. Even the photos on his dresser were lined up with precision, each one perfectly straight and evenly spaced.

“Aye. And I’ve got a suit in my car.” She took a heavy breath, then let it out in a rush. “What time is the appointment?”

Shelves are divided in two parts; a few on the left and the others on the right, with a walkway in the middle to access both sides. I move further inside, nearing the first shelf on my right. One look at the book arrangement and a smile appears on my lips. The books are arranged in an alphabetical order. I further confirm this by moving to the shelf on the left, the books on there start with the letter C on the top and D at the bottom. Walking to the back of the room, I near the open window, where a gasp flies out my lips. There’s splattered blood on the wall, dried and forgotten. When was the last time anyone walked in here?

While my books were arranged neatly on the table in the room. I stood there for a moment, rooted to the spot, my gaze slowly moving from the stacked shoes by the wall to the closet door that was open a little. I walked toward it on instinct, pulling my hairband and letting my silky blonde hair cascade down my shoulders before my fingers curled around the handle as I pulled it open. My clothes were arranged inside. They weren't just tossed in or hung carelessly, but instead they were arranged properly. Dresses were grouped together, tops were folded on a side, and trousers were hung evenly as though someone had taken their time.

The familiar cologne filled my nostrils. On entering the restaurant , the manager hurried to us . By the look on his face , he was tense. He greeted and led us to a table that was beautifully decorated with flowers and scented candles. Nick pulled out a chair for me and settled down opposite me. A waitress arrived to take our order. Yeah , a typical one ! Extremely short skirt and her top giving away too much view of her cleavage. She stood in front of Nick , pushing her breasts forward . "Sir , your order ?" She batted her eyelashes at Nick , giving a seductive look.

Amber said as she scooted to the edge of the bed. She took her book along with her and immediately placed it back in front of her face. That way Grayson couldn’t see her shit-eating grin. She could hear him preparing himself as she pretended to read her book. He dropped the lube on the bed beside her, not even able to bring himself to touch her pussy with anything other than his cock. She turned the page on her book and didn’t even look at him as she spoke, “Oh that won’t be necessary. I took care of myself already. So by all means, precede sir.”

The only form of light in the dark room coming from the half-drawn curtain. He switched on the warm light by his desk, only to notice some things that were out of place. A faint shift in the carpet, the drawer not fully closed and the slightest trace of perfume that didn’t belong to him. Heira had managed to sneak out through the balcony just before the doors were opened.

She looked up. The man standing in front of her was tall, dressed in a perfectly tailored dark suit with a crisp white shirt underneath. His light brown hair was neatly styled but slightly messy in a way that made him look less formal. He carried himself with quiet confidence. He crouched down beside her and started helping her collect the scattered papers. Mia quickly reached for the pages closest to her, still looking embarrassed by the whole situation. “I’m really sorry about this again. You were probably on your way somewhere and now you’re stuck here helping me pick up my things.”