Book Chandelier Novels & Stories

She won't be a writer if she don't love it. Because of her excitement when she saw the books, she unconsciously looked up which is a very wrong move because her stiff neck ache a bit. "Ouch," she whispered and touch her neck. Amazement was still drawn to her face because of the glamorous chandelier hanged on the ceiling. "Woah, the owner must be rich to have a chandelier like this..." she said and smiled. But who's the owner? And what happened yesterday? She tried to remember it.

I went home and locked my bedroom door. The silver chalice that Elgar had given me was still hanging around my waist. I took it out of my pocket and held it up to the window. A ray of light coming in made the chalice glitter. The body of the chalice was filled with carvings like twisting plant tendrils, with the main carving in the shape of a woman. Elgar had only given it to me as a memento and I had no idea where to keep it.

My heart was beating so fast that I wouldn’t be shocked if he could hear it all the way from where he stood. "Good." He released my arm, turned and pushed the heavy mahogany doors open. What I saw next was a library that was staggering. Even that had to be an understatement. The walls were lined from floor to ceiling with leather-bound books, a rolling ladder tucked into a corner, and a massive velvet chaise lounge sitting in the center of the room. Even better, it was right under a crystal chandelier. It was a sanctuary made of gold and paper, like the most beautiful cell in the world.

"The Alpha family has been collecting books from all over the world for hundreds of years, and since you enjoy quiet places, I thought you might love to spend your afternoon reading in here." Hazel stepped into the library, her mouth opening slightly in absolute awe as she looked up at the towering shelves that reached all the way to the high, painted ceiling, where a beautiful crystal chandelier hung down to cast a warm, golden glow over the entire room. "This place is absolutely beautiful, Chloe," Hazel breathed, her face lighting up with the first genuine smile she had worn since arriving at the pack house, as she walked along the shelves, her fingers lightly brushing against the spines o

It wasn't a jail. The ceiling was a soaring expanse of crown moldings and ivory plaster, centered by a massive crystal chandelier that looked like a frozen explosion. Every facet of the glass caught the light and threw it back at me with predatory precision. The walls were cream silk, trimmed in gold leaf that shimmered like a taunt. To my left, a mahogany bookshelf climbed toward the ceiling, the leather-bound spines arranged with the kind of obsessive neatness that screamed of a man who controlled every variable. To my right, heavy wine-colored velvet curtains choked the life out of floor-to-ceiling windows.

Isabella said as she grabbed my hand. We raced up the winding staircase together. Once we landed at the top, Isabella let go of my hand and continued forward. But I didn’t immediately follow. My gaze cast upward and I realized that I hadn't noticed the beautiful chandeliers hanging overhead when I initially broke into Darick's home, but they were breathtaking. Isabella stopped just before the hallway, as she saw me staring at the crystals. "This is a seventy-six-inch crystal chandelier from the Majestic Imperial Collection," she said, pointing to the chandelier.

Chapter 9: The Ayutthaya Family Kit: The humongous chandelier hanging from the ceiling made the entire room look like a fairy tale. The golden light reached every corner, illuminating the room in a soft sunset glow, but if it wasn’t enough, several other chandelier stands were also placed all around the room to provide more lighting.

By the fourth try, I give up and start strolling around the living room. This place is chic. I’ll admit that he has an elegant sense of style. Plain brown curtains. Off-white blinds blending into the walls. A gigantic golden chandelier hangs above, looking like it could fall on me if I make one wrong move. A table in the corner catches my attention. It’s piled with a few books. I pick one up and flip through it. It's a historical romance novel. I pause, then place the book back. Now that I think of it, who was that woman?

All of this meant that no one was around to put them in check, and it proved that everything Astrid said concerning Thorne not visiting this place was true. Seeing no sign of him, I exhaled a sigh of relief, stepping out of my hiding place while making away for the library. As soon as I pushed the door to the library open, a gasp left my mouth as my eyes swiveled around the magnificent library. A gigantic chandelier that hung from the dome ceiling. Bookshelves that almost reached the ceilings, and it was packed with countless books. Flickering my gaze around, I couldn't help but run my fingers through the wooden ladders attached to the shelves as my fingers brushed through the books that I c

Constellations I recognize—Orion, Cassiopeia, Ursa Major—twinkle against deep blue, giving the impression that we're reading beneath the stars. A massive crystal chandelier hangs from the center, casting prisms of light across leather-bound volumes and illuminating the central reading area below, where plush velvet sofas in deep burgundy form a perfect circle. More reading nooks are tucked into alcoves along the walls, and balconies on the upper floors offer intimate spaces for quiet contemplation. "How did you even find this place?" I ask, running my fingertips reverently along the spine of a nearby book. It feels smooth and cool beneath my touch, the gold lettering slightly raised.