Book If These Walls Could Talk Novels & Stories

Or the beginning of respect. “Fine.” He stepped back from the door, creating space for them to enter. “Come in. Let’s have the conversation you came here for. But I warn you—you might not like what I have to say.” The inside of the brownstone was spare but comfortable. Books lined every wall—philosophy, psychology, poetry. A piano stood in the corner, sheet music scattered across its surface. The morning light filtered through gauze curtains, casting everything in a soft, warm glow.

I said whilst waving my hand at him. My apartment was just a ten-minute walk from here, so I proceeded to walk, i put on my earpiece and turned on music from my walking playlist. I am a big music lover, so I have a playlist for almost everything be it cooking, devotion or even some indoor parties. Yes, I’m sometimes the DJ. I got to my apartment around 9;20pm, my roommate and best friend was around getting ready for her night shift; I could tell because the shower was on.

Everywhere I looked, there were traces of red wolves. Tall wooden shelves lined the walls, stretching almost to the ceiling, each one packed tight with books. Some were bound in cracked leather, their spines faded and peeling. Others looked newer, but no less important. The air carried that dry, familiar scent of paper and age, like stories had been breathing in here for decades, waiting for someone to listen. My eyes drifted to the walls.

the leading examiner said. He moved forward a couple steps and watched over the crowd intently. "Oh not this…" the examiner earlier said. The leading examiner let out his powerful presence. The whole room was filled with the examiner's presence. Everyone felt it and turned their attention towards the stage. And then he let out his loud voice, "Silence! you insects.." "What the…?!" Tim reacted. "Heh, it seems he's still the same as before." Pulte said to himself. "What's with all this ruckus about? Did you all come here to talk to one another or are you here because you want to join the Wall guards?" Shoan angrily shouted.

The bread trembles in my fingers, so I set it down and move to the next table like nothing is wrong. We finish the rounds and cut through the quiet side corridor back toward the kitchen. The walls here are lined with a carved screen that makes light into lattice. Wolves chase moons in the pattern, all motion and stylized hunger. It’s old work, the places where hands have passed for years are worn smooth. When I touch it with one fingertip, the wood is silky and cool. “Don’t let Marek catch you petting the wall,” Kai teases, eyes warm. “I’m memorizing it,” I say before I can stop myself.

'Maybe it should. As soon as that thought passes my head, the books from Gideon's collection come to mind. Books I was allowed to read when I cleaned for him and his Luna on occasion. Tucked away in a corner of his bookshelf, in the study, a book with titanium colored covers that seemed out of place, just like this wall. Except, this wall isn't what it seems. For a moment, I just stare at the stone in disbelief. I try to think of something else, anything, but the more I look at it, the more it seems like a sealed door. It curves at the top, though it's obscured by the uneven parts of the mountain, there's an indication that the wall takes the shape of very big double doors.

Mom said he was too ashamed. On her deathbed, Mom asked me. "Zack, will you be my son again in the next life, will you?" I stared at her face, aged a decade in moments. My heart was too heavy to do anything but nod. As I drifted away, Liliana, who was always so distant and aloof, wept uncontrollably. Yet, she never got my forgiveness. She whispered her regrets. I closed my eyes. Farewell to this messed-up world!

‘You didn’t tell which book we are looking for’ Adrian was gawking at the frames hanging on the wall, but his mind was still stuck on the book. ‘It’s for Irene’ I stopped in front the large wooden door, on side wall plate hanged with library engraved on it. It looked heavy, I looked at Adrian and he picked the silent message. Pushing both doors with all his strength, we were able to get into the library. ‘Woah! Who makes such a heavy door. You should have brought Isaac with you’ he brushed his hand to clean the dirt. ‘My goodness!’ he mumbled and I had to agree with him. I was standing in awe at the sight of thousands of books racked on the wall from floor to ceiling.

The walls of the room disappear. "Is the room supposed to be disappearing?"

The heavy wooden door loomed before them, adorned with intricate carvings depicting ancient symbols of strength and protection. Inside, the chamber exuded an air of calm and tranquility. Tall bookshelves lined the walls, filled with volumes spanning multiple subjects. A grand fireplace crackled, casting dancing shadows across the room. Plush armchairs awaited their weary bodies, offering respite from the weight of their thoughts. The conversation turned to Gamma Phenrix. Aidan fought back the sting in his eyes as he recounted the moment Phenrix had forgotten who they were. Keith, though equally affected, maintained a stoic composure, his voice laced with determination.