Novel & Cerita Booktok Bookshelf Decor

A bookshelf stacked with all kinds of books. "Do you like it?"

For a book hoarder, my store could be seen as a mine filled with undiscovered wealth and mysteries. The furniture, adorned with intricate carvings, was handcrafted with empathy, for the eyes of those who loved the authenticity of vintage articles. The grand bookshelves were gems of natural wood, each curve and corner reflecting a rich and storied past. The bookcases were arranged in a way that allowed the perfect lighting— where light dispersed and touched every side of the books, making them appear almost radiant. What a sight! I knew that I stayed here every day, but trust me, it never gets old.

In the far corner is a sink and a crude-looking toilet. Hooks line one of the walls, all empty. The air smells like rust and dust. But then, something catches my eye. A shelf near the back, almost hidden in shadow. Not plastic packages this time. Books. Old ones. Their spines are worn, leather cracked. Some have gold filigree. Others are thick and bound in cloth. I move closer, squinting to read the faded titles. “Lineage of Power.” “The Lost Coronation.” “Treaties of the First Blood.”

She rarely had time to read books, and occasionally took a look, which was also related to fashion design. "I like it." Thera said in a deep voice, "My legs and feet are not good. I don't have any friends. These books are the only things that can accompany me." Although he hid it very well, Stacy still found the disappointment and melancholy in his tone. "Is there no one who doesn't care about whether he can't walk or not?" Stacy's eyes fell on the bookshelf behind the desk. The bookshelf was made of rosewood, which was as high and wide as the wall and covered with front walls. There were rows of books on it, many of which Stacy had never heard of.

When I asked the butler, he said there were more than a thousand books in a two-story facility. My hand shuffled the books on one shelf at the left corner of the room and only stopped with a purple light glimmered to a part that evoked my eyes. Since they placed it on the 1st tier of the 10 feet bookshelf, a ladder for someone like me was a must. I grinned when the purple leather book with a gold gilded frame on its sides landed on my hands. They decorated the center with the Daria Empire’s Griffin logo carved from amber, plus the golden clasp added to its vintage aesthetic.

I ran my hand along the woodwork beautifully crafted to match the rest of the apartment. "How?" The shelves were partially filled with the books that arrived from Palo Alto, as well as all the ones I'd already picked up from Columbia, with plenty of room for more. In the corner was a beautiful plush chaise lounge. The large modern light hanging above made it the perfect spot for reading. "I-I don't know what to say." Nox wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. "Say you won't leave your school shit on the dining room table."

Its diamonds glitter as light touches it. We stood up and walked toward its bookshelves. I traveled my fingers through its edges to feel its texture. The curio cabinet with glass doors screams elegance. Master artisan constructed the wood with an antique finish. It contains three drawers of various sizes and six shelves for storing books or display decorations. It has a stylish accent for each living room.

Inside the office is a large fireplace to provide warmth and a cozy atmosphere during the cold winter months; which is going to serve its use. The bookshelf is an impressive feature of the office, filled with leather-bound volumes and ancient manuscripts. The books have been carefully arranged in alphabetical order or by subject matter and included works of history, philosophy, literature, and law. The bookshelf itself is a work of art, made of intricately carved wood and adorned with gold leaf. Plus the touch of a modern lamp fixed on the wall, the computer arranged on the ancient desk, and the golden windowsill. It’s a space that exuded power, wealth, and prestige.

That would be a total disaster for him. Then he walked over to the bookshelf on the side, reached up and took out a book. There was a button behind the book. He lifted his index finger and pressed it. The bookshelf slowly moved to the side. When it stopped, he put the book back, walked in, and then the bookshelf slowly moved back. After he walked in, the whole inside suddenly lit up. The decorations were really fancy, and there was a big pearwood box in every spot, each big enough to hold a spirit beast's body. There were ninety-one boxes like that.

A bowl of fruit sat on top, not just for show. The next room stretched wider, framed by glass walls from floor to ceiling, opening to a backyard soaked in rain. Outside, I caught faint outlines of a small treehouse, a wooden swing, and a narrow path that disappeared into the trees. The low chairs looked carelessly placed but somehow aesthetic. In the far corner, a tall, slim wooden shelf stood filled with random books: a few classics, a couple of old thrillers, and— I stopped. I tilted my head and moved closer.