Book Basement Novels & Stories

I needed a place to store my mixers, potions, and valuables for the craft, and the small basement the house came with was perfect. I grabbed the Western History book that sat amongst random books on karma sutra and dishes to eat off the body and pulled it. The latch clicked behind it, and the cabinet popped forward. Why that book, you ask? Well, think about it. Most people find history boring, and when surrounded by delicious, exciting things to look at, who’d choose something simple? I plugged in the two thousand fairy lights that took Ayda and me three days to hang, and the entire basement lit up like Vegas.

"Sure, no problem." Leah obediently nodded. As Colin's figure disappeared around the corner of the staircase, Leah's smile instantly crumbled, revealing a cold and calculating expression. Holy cow, that was a close call. Almost blew my cover. She shoved the comic book into her bag, placing it at the very bottom before finally feeling relieved. The bookstore appeared small from the outside, but the interior space was quite spacious, filled with an abundance of vintage books, particularly focused on technology and astronomy. Leah roamed around downstairs and by the counter, she noticed an old-fashioned piano.

“No, not in the new stock but we had a copy in our old library.” “ Sir, can you tell me where the old books are kept. I need that book to complete an assignment. Please……” “ They are kept in the store. Go and look for it in the basement. I am very busy. I won't be able to accompany you.” He said handing me the keys. The books in the store were dusty. I had to take a cloth and wipe them to read their titles. It would take the whole day if I continued in this manner. I called up Ryan, “ Can you meet me in the library store. It is in the basement and ask Melisa to come along, if possible.”

He shook her from his mind and pushed open the doors to the study. The rug-lined room was bigger than B’s above-garage apartment. Floor to ceiling bookshelves dampened any noise B might made in his whiskey search. There didn’t seem to be a single inch of space on any one of the shelves. Books of all colors, textures, and sizes were packed together. In front of the book spines sat hundreds of little treasures–seashells, pocket watches, glass figurines, and carvings of creatures. So many creatures. B let his fingers drift over the book spines: The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. The Odyssey. Brave New World. The Call of the Wild. White Noise. So many stories he’d never read and

The structure of the space that has been created is similar to a cave. Now, I don’t know a lot about magic but I was on the second floor and now I’m in a basement. As far as I know, the pack house basement looks nothing like this. The walls, lined with torches, smell like they have water running through them and are cold to touch. “What is this place?” Two flights later, I reach a landing where a bookshelf made of stone is embedded into the wall. A label on the wall states ‘RECORDS’. I pull out the case with the number 1 written boldly. There are about twenty of these cases with files inside. “Hmm… this will take some time.” In minutes, I have made a nest at the surprisingly clean metal desk

He even found a bizarre painting in which a man, dressed in all black and wearing a hood, aimed his arrowhead and killed a wolf more enormous than a human. The basement is quite unusual because usually, the basement is damp, but the opposite happened at Grandpa's house. The basement was arranged like a study room, all of Grandpa's ancient collections were neatly arranged there, and the place was warm. He had also read strange books, such as The Legend of Hansel and Gretel, Witch Hunts, and so on, but in the form of ancient manuscripts and not story books! Matthew could only sigh when Clare's intention to stay there became passionate after he conveyed the existence of these objects.

The doors creaked as she pushed them open, revealing what lay inside. The cabinet was filled with papers, old books, and trinkets, the remnants of a past long forgotten. Bliss ran her fingers over the contents, her heart racing with each new discovery. Among the books, she found a leather-bound journal, its pages yellowed with age. The title, written in faded gold lettering, read Blackwood Family History. She pulled it out and opened it, her hands trembling with anticipation.

Maybe our connection wasn’t meant to be, so no matter how we were brought together we still didn’t end up together. A few moments later, I’d found the books I wanted to buy. I placed them in my arms, then walked over to Kevin, who was sitting on the reading sofa. This bookstore has a tiny reading room with only two reading sofas separated by a small round table. A reading lamp stands beside each sofa. On the table sits a small flowerpot serving as decoration. The reading room floor is carpeted, and next to my sofa are two vending machines.

I try to keep a serious face, but his expression makes it difficult. “Of course there’s a printer,” he says, waving toward the stairs. “It’s in the library. You should ask Cruz someday why any one man needs that many books.” I look where he pointed, to a part of the house I’d never paid attention to. Julian’s library. I’d been here days and never even knew it was there. Walking in, the smell of leather and old books fills the air. The walls are covered with shelves from the floor to the ceiling, packed with books that look like they haven’t been touched in ages. It’s beautiful, and strangely comforting. Julian’s own private world.

"Oh and regarding the books you would like to purchase for our lessons, you should see the ones I have first to know which and which is left." "Oh that's awesome!" I smiled. "Where can I find them?" "They are in the basement. Darius, would you be darling and go with her? They are in the corner with your old toys." She said to Darius. For the first time in forever, I saw Darius' cheeks turn red. "Mom! Are you kidding me? You kept our old toys since we were kids?" "Well I wanted to give them away but you guys were so attached to it so--"