Book Chandelier Novels & Stories

The shop was unrecognizable from the moment she stepped inside, she recalled how there was only one floor now it has two, and the dim lights that were always flickering are now changed with 4 electric chandeliers and wall sconces in each pillar wall. Valencia could go on and on with the lists of changes from the bookstore however, she didn’t come here to evaluate the shop but to Find the book she is looking for. She looked at each of the hanging signs meticulously reading the text on each board, trying to find the Non-fiction Sign where Cherry told her the book was located, she spans and spans around as she saunters in the hall foraging for the sign. But, Valencia’s inattentiveness in her su

he said. We moved to the dining room. The table was a vast desert of mahogany, and Santino sat at the head like a god. I sat stiffly, my back straight, playing the part of the unwilling bride while I mentally took apart the room's security. “So,” I started, my voice loud and bold. “Does anyone think the chandelier is trying too hard?” The butler froze. My father looked like he wanted to burn me alive. “It’s Italian,” Santino said, his voice smooth as silk. “Priceless.”

A thick chain was wrapped around it, and as he turned it, the chandelier hanging from the center of th e ceiling began to descend slowly. The chandelier itself was striking and ornate with large candles already set in place. Once it was within his reach, Bruno walked over and began lighting each candle one by one with a small lighter, his motions were precise. The warm flames flickered to life, casting moving shadows across the walls, dancing in rhythm with the candlelight. When all the candles were lit, he turned back to the handle and began raising the chandelier once more, the chains creaking softly as it lifted back into place.

I thought of a spell I had recently learned from books. I took my book of magic from under the bed and from the dressing table drawer I took the pendulum my mother had given me recently. I cleaned all unnecessary things from the floor and spread out a map of Italy on it. I opened the book on the appropriate page where the spell was located and wound the pendulum's chain over my hand, holding the sharpened crystal hanging from its end just above the map. This item, when one uttered a spell, would locate anyone I could think of. The more I thought about this person, the faster and more accurately the pendulum would find them. So I started thinking about Oliver, more and more every minute, clos

If she'd close her eyes, she'd see an image of smelling an old book inside a very old library but not quite. She attempted to open the window to ventilate the area, but to no avail, the rusty lock at the bottom kept her from sliding it up. As she continued to scan around, feet still planted on top of the staircase, her eyes found the wide empty space behind her, adjacent to the second flight of stairs. The wide empty floor was the ceiling of her bedroom underneath. And on top of the vast emptiness hung a long chandelier, only a meter away from kissing the floor, that appeared to be already faulty, what with all the cobwebs it had changed its job to being an ideal spider home. However, on a c

she said as she eyed Jacob, thinking he might like that feature. There’s a nice open room back this way, which can easily be used for conferences, dances, or whatever form of entertainment you would like. It features this beautiful chandelier from Italy they had made specifically for the home,” she continued talking as they walked from room to room. Lilith was thinking the chandelier was probably worth more than her house.

When I found a light switch, I flicked it on and the mini chandelier in the center of the ceiling fluttered on. I smiled when I saw the multiple filled bookshelves. "That's more like it," I said out loud as I wandered around the room. My fingers ran over the spines as I looked at the titles. Dust collected on the pad of my fingers. "Man these books are old." I noticed multiple piles of books on the floor. It sure is messy here.

The thing looks like it weighs more than both of them together. "Let me help you with that," Dad says without missing a beat, and he takes it from them. The women seem surprised but are quick to guide him to where to place it. In the meantime, I peer into the house. There must be a dozen people unpacking things downstairs alone, and more are coming and going upstairs. I walk inside, turn in a circle, and look up at the sparkling chandelier hanging two stories up. Light glints off each crystal teardrop, shining onto the ceiling and the jade green walls.

Golden sconces cast long shadows that moved with us. The living room was all power dressed as beauty. A crystal chandelier threw shards of light across polished leather chairs arranged around a marble fireplace. The flames inside burned slow and steady, and above them all, something that made my breath itch, something that reminded me of the main reason I was here. The painted crest, the symbol that represents power in the Valenti family, is the same one that was there that night. One wall was lined with shelves of old books. Another held a black grand piano, gleaming in the corner. The room emanated a subtle aroma of lilies and cigar smoke, balancing sweetness and bitterness.