Books And Lights Novels & Stories

While focused on staining the bookcase, she lost all track of time and had no idea what he was really up to. Chris had completely transformed the room. Candles lit in numerous holders and containers throughout the room flickered, and a roaring fire beckoned her with its warmth. The white bulbs of string lights dipped along the mantel, the glow romantic and soft. With the sofa pushed back, Chris spread several blankets across the wooden floors with a bank of pillows lined against the furniture. Several bottles of

Later that Night Inside the house once more, the decorations still struggled to flutter in the fading light as dawn approached. Lily sprawled on the couch with her legs on Vandaulf's knees, Brenna on either side of her rubbing her shoulders, and Helena serving her a tray of soup like some kind of warrior queen. Vandaulf fed Lily morsels of mango while reading possible baby names from a new book called "Names That Inspire Confidence and Global Domination." "How about Artemis?" he asked.

Prince Eli just rubs my back as I think he needs the comfort too. I have the curtains drawn as it is easier to focus with artificial light, but the damn curtains are not closing properly. A stream of moonlight is entering the room and throwing me off as it is distracting. I mutter under my breath, "Damn curtains", and walk over to shut them. As I let go of Prince Eli to walk over, he grabs me by the arms, holding me back. In barely a whisper, he mutters, "a moon-ray". I'm just getting angry at this point. "A what".

Its pages flipped rapidly by themselves, stopping at an almost blank page, only a small illustration in the center: a medal with a split sun emblem. "What does it mean?" Kit asked. Before Siron could answer, the apartment lights went out. Total darkness. Only moonlight from behind the curtains illuminated the room. They froze. Then, one by one, the books on Siron's shelf began to fall. Thud. Thud. Thud. Not messily. But orderly, as if someone was deliberately throwing them. The first book fell near Siron's feet. The second near Kit. The third, the fourth, forming a semicircle around them.

He remained, standing, heels in the aisle. As she noticed earlier, where the shelves in the outer, more public rooms overwhelmed with their size, these did not. The ceiling low, the books sat at eye level, beginning not on the floor, but right below her knees. The sconces at the door not tarnished but burnished bright. The room lit with nothing but their glow. She moved close, scanning the sallow spines, one looking much like the other. Raised a hand. Paused. “You fear not having a book in you, yes?” A gentle smile from the man watching from the door.

The room was shrouded in darkness, the heavy curtains drawn tightly shut, blocking any sliver of light from the outside world. The only source of illumination was a single dim lamp perched on the edge of the heavy wooden desk. Its soft glow created dancing shadows on the walls, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the room.

It took about a hour for me to reach the spot Mena wanted to meet at and now I’m nervous I just want this to go right no rush but I would love to seal the deal sooner than later so I have to be careful with this girl she seems so jumpy I was taken out of my thoughts by the time she walked out the door to some warehouse she was a sight I mean legs for days thick thighs and assets sitting just right making me wanna take a bite I bet she taste as good as she looks she’s wearing a thigh length red dress with heels simple but classy I get out my car to greet her and we do introductions then all pile up to head to the bowling alley Mena The bowling alley was nice it’s probably the biggest one I ha

The air was heavy with the scent of aged papers, and leather-bound books that had imprinted words of inks that could barely be erased on them. Sunlight streamed through the tall, arched windows up the wall, casting a warm glow on the rows upon rows of bookshelves that lined the walls. The shelves, which were works of art, crafted from rich mahogany with their surfaces polished to a gleaming shine, were reaching towards the high ceiling that seemed endless in a beautiful arrangement.

It wasn’t as huge as Aidan’s room, but it was definitely bigger than the room I woke up in the first day I woke up with my memory gone. Shelves climbed the walls from floor to ceiling, packed with books waiting to be read. Deep mahogany, rich and warm, glowing under the golden lamps Aidan had placed carefully around the room. Their lights wasn’t harsh; it wrapped the space in a honeyed hush, friendly to the eyes, and bright enough for me to see what I was reading. “Oh my! Look at the amount of books!” Brittney was also shook for someone that knew about it. “The books weren’t this much the last time I came in here.” She added, and I understood why she was shocked.

It pulsed softly, throwing the spines of countless books into sharp relief and sending long, distorted shadows dancing across the floorboards. From the corner of my eye, I saw Cassius’s silhouette, still and watchful as ever. I moved to the central desk, my boots echoing in the vastness. My fingers, acting on memory alone, found the worn leather pouch. The flint and steel felt cold in my hand. A sharp strike, a shower of sparks, and a single flame sprang to life on the wick of the main candle, painting the room in hues of gold and amber. One by one, I lit the sconces that lined the curved walls, the growing light a physical weight pushing back the oppressive dark.