Book Chandelier Novels & Stories

It was a book from the romantic genre. “What is it doing here?” I said to myself. "Alright then." I said as I decided to take that book and came out. The place seemed peculiarly reticent and my intuition alarm sending the ticklish sensation in my belly. I didn’t get a good feeling as I walked out. The striking feature was the fact that the central chandelier of the book room was turned off, which only happens when the library closes. My eyes widened with a faint hope of nothing wrong happening.

She came into the house and immediately felt the warmth; she didn't have to wrap herself to keep warm. The chamber was illuminated by a chandelier suspended several feet in the air from the roof. The room's decor was both antique and exquisite. Handwoven carpets with beautiful motifs brought the room to life. There were deer and bear heads on the walls, as well as a fireplace at the back of the room. A towering bookshelf ran from the left side of the room all the way to the fireplace. Judy didn't think having a bookshelf full of books so close to a fireplace was a good idea, but they managed to make it work.

he said, taking a seat across directly to her. "I do hope no one went to any trouble on my account?" She asked and looked around the large dining room, the table alone could hold thirty or more people, there was a double door made of glass that led to the patio, Crystal Chandelier hung from the ceiling, it was all so elegant. "Believe me, it was no trouble at all, did you get a chance to look around?" He asked, as he poured them each a glass of wine. "Yes thank you, I really like your library, would you mind if I borrow a book or two?"

Soft light bounced off them, making the room feel bigger than it already was. A crystal chandelier hung directly above a large desk positioned neatly at the center of the room. It wasn’t flashy, but it sparkled just enough to remind you that this place was expensive. Beneath my feet was a thick carpet that felt soft and plush, the kind you’d expect to sink into. To one side of the room were shelves—floor to ceiling—filled with books and files, all arranged so neatly it almost looked staged. Everything had its place. Beside the shelves stood a tall, dark structure that looked suspiciously like a safe.

ISOLDE POV What the hell was that? My hand stayed pressed to my chest as I stared outside, trying to catch my breath. Where had all those birds come from? My heart still thumped like it was trying to escape my ribs. I shook my head, forcing myself to focus. I step back into the house carefully, my eyes scanning every corner. The first thing that caught me was the chandelier hanging in the main hall. It was Enormous. Crystal pieces fractured the dim light into tiny rainbows. Dust clung stubbornly to its edges, like it hadn’t been cleaned in years.

A deep blue velvet antique chaise lounge sat next to the window, and behind it on the wall, a floor to ceiling shelving of leather bound books. The room was lit with a chandelier, low and dim, and used to serve the house with candle light against hanging crystals. The chandelier had long since been replaced with electrical current, but still gave the shimmering off glow from its dangles and bobbles. On the right side of the room, a bar cart with bourbon, sherry, champagne and ice sat, waiting for them. “Do you drink, Kyle?”

I’m afraid she might break her neck by how she is moving it to observe the living room. “Did Zack book this room himself, or did you help him choose?” She tilts her head and gazes at the chandelier fashioned from gold-topped, teardrop pendant bulbs cascading from the ceiling. Then, she glances at the round coffee table decorated with plants and a bowl. “He booked the room himself,” I answer, tapping my feet against the smooth, glossy white marble floor. “Drink your tea before it gets cold,” I gesture at the cup and the plate of cookies placed on the table.

Cool air washed over us, carrying the faint scent of lemon polish and fresh lilies from the massive arrangement on the console table. Summer froze, mouth open in a perfect little O as she stared up at the chandelier—thousands of crystal droplets hanging from the soaring ceiling, scattering tiny rainbows across the marble floor like someone had shattered a prism and decided to make it permanent decor. “It's so shiny,” she pointed at the chandelier. “Do you like it?” “Yes,” she bobbed her head. Kid's got taste. Mary stepped out from the arched doorway that led toward the kitchen wing, wiping her hands on her apron.

From the founding myths to the triumphs of its rulers, every stroke of the brush narrated a chapter of glory, rendered in hues that remained vibrant despite the passage of time. A centerpiece of unparalleled magnificence descended from this lofty narrative—a crystal chandelier of staggering proportions. Its myriad facets caught the ambient light, transforming it into a cascade of rainbows that danced upon the marble floor below. The chandelier hung with regal poise, a testament to the wealth and artistic finesse that characterized the residence.

Amanda pushed open the mahogany door, it was carved with some antique design that looked like two phoenixes. “This way, Madam.” Amanda gestured for me to follow her, I moved a stray hair behind my ear as my eyes slowly scanned the beautiful mansion. Everything screamed power and richness and I was absolutely stunned and stood dazzled by a particular chandelier that was in the middle of the hall. And that chandelier did not but it made me angry because it was the first thing I saw when I woke up this morning. From now onwards I was going to hate chandeliers like my sworn enemy.