Books And Lights Novels & Stories

Where she was expecting dark-colored walls, it was white. She was expecting dark-colored candles, but only white candles were lit there. The only thing she expected that was there was the hum of magic and the books. The room had a large bookshelf. Aubrianne surmised that these were her personal and private collections as she did pass a library last night. There was also a large table with books scattered about it. Some closed while some were laid open. Three chairs around it and a massage-type-looking table-bed close by. Aubrianne was also expecting dim lighting. However, in there was very bright.

It closed behind them with a soft, solid sound, muting the party into a distant hum. The library was not a room of dusty books. It was a long, sleek space with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves made of dark walnut, filled with curated volumes on art, philosophy, and obscure histories. A few brutalist sculptures, angular, polished metal forms, stood on low plinths. The lighting was low and focused, pools of warm gold from recessed lamps, leaving shadows in the corners. One entire wall was glass, framing the same breathtaking city view, but now it felt private, owned.

— I would stay to live here. The muted yellowish light emanating from numerous pendant lamps and floor lamps near the benches facing the shelves, both on the first and second floors, created a special atmosphere in the store. “As you can see, this is primarily a bookstore, but with a small cafe and a limited assortment of art supplies,” Yuna shook her head towards the corner with a glass display case and a free-standing double-door cabinet. — There is the bare minimum: some paints, pencils, crayons and brushes. The paper, by the way, sucks, but I will soon take up this business as soon as profit allows.

I pushed open the doors without answering him. The library was breathtaking. Shelves stretched from floor to ceiling, easily four stories high, connected by spiraling staircases and narrow walkways that seemed to float in midair. Books were everywhere, thousands upon thousands of them, their spines glowing softly with different colored lights. Some books floated freely through the air, occasionally settling into empty spots on the shelves or drifting down to readers at the tables below.

There must have been at least two dozen volumes weighing down my arms, ranging from gothic horror to historical romances, all consists of something dark. The flickering fluorescent lights cast strange shadows across the worn wooden floors as I made my way to the register. An old woman sat behind the counter, her wrinkled face partially hidden in the shadows. She glanced up at me over her half-moon spectacles as I placed the stack of books down with a heavy thud.

For days like these, there were, also, maurium lamps and floor lighting provided for convenience and style. The shelves, which were designed with a grid of individual tiny compartments like shadow boxes, were filled with holodexes, technologically advanced units resembling scrolls and used for storing holographic virtual copies of books and information, each embossed with a symbol and lettering denoting its priority level, title, and usage. The place was peppered with students, many of whom were about her age, if not a little older, young men and women dressed in the uniform of their respective academies.

The room was dark, Al walked towards the small door beside the bookshelves, He took out the key and unlocked the door. The room was spacious from the inside, the faint blue colour had lit the room, Al glanced at the screens that were recording every room of the mansion. Al moved the chair and sat over it, he moved the mouse and clicked on camera no 15, that was Michel’s room. There was no one in the room currently.

A whole other world. Towering bookshelves, adorned with delicate elven carvings, reached towards an ornate ceiling filled with light pearls creating an ambiance of mystical allure. The light pearls were also fixed within the thick part of the shelves, emitting a soft, calming glow that made a person comfortable enough to want to spend hours and hours reading. Prince Ron definitely felt like he could live in the library. The only thing that would take him out was food.

Ruben strode comfortably towards the door with a silvery knob and pushed it open. Luuk was met with the biggest and most luxurious private library he had ever seen. He had imagined the shelves to be made of brown wood but instead, they were made of glass. The tacky common ladder designs were absent and instead, a silver plated strong looking machinery with platforms was installed below the shelf. At a glance, Luuk could tell the machinery was one that lifted people off the ground, to the direction and height they desire with an automobile robot assistant to move the books around. He had seen it in a video once but never in real life.

I say softly as the man stands before me. "This is the library. Sorry about the lights, by the way, I was afraid one of those idiots would follow us," Ray wastes no time, getting right to the point. He points to the stacks and stacks of books, piling up from floor to ceiling, rows and rows of even more. It's a huge room, books on either side, lounge chairs and a spectacular fireplace in the middle. Above our heads, a truly magnificent chandelier hangs, colossal with a ton of sparkling crystals, and a giant television is mounted directly above the fireplace. It's lit, a computer screen appears instead of the TV shows. "This is our computer," he explains, "We're just using a TV screen."