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She was glancing around the room, trying to distract herself while she waited on her mom to catch up. The room she was in was a massive building with high ceilings. Thousands of 6 feel tall wooded shelves were standing upright and in rows and columns like a well-trained army. Each shelf held one giant ancient-looking book that was over 6ft tall. In front of each shelf was a small table that ran 6ft long and held 4 tables. Each table had a mechanism that could turn the pages of the book remotely from their seat, mages no longer had to get up from their seat or hire someone to turn pages for them.

he asked. “Yeah, looks great,” I said appreciatively. Personally, I kept things pretty minimal when it came to furniture and decorations, so when Joe told me that he wanted these two shelving units, one on either side of the mantle, I’d been a bit skeptical. “What the hell are you even going to put on them?” I scoffed. “It’s not like you read, man.” Joe guffawed. “Books are a huge chick magnet,” he said. “Bring them home to a house full of books and they’re sure to sleep with you.”

She asks, grinning at the rows and rows of high tastily decorated shelfs. The entire bookshop is arranged in columns and rows. Labelled and perfectly organised. It is dully lit, giving it a kind of archaic underground feel. The high shelves are arranged towards the end of the space, the ones closer to the domed entrance are shorter. And so it goes, like a deck of dominoes. I am an architect and I can appreciate the minimalist artistry of the space. It is stunning. And very luxurious. I can tell from the expensive wood and floor furnishings. The lights too.

I grinned evilly to myself before exiting the room and went for the third one. Alcohol can wait, for some another time. The third room was more like a study room. A grand book shelf on the left side of the room that reach high above my head was filled with so many books that I probably have never seen out of any library. Most of them were antique leather bound books. An office table made of some expensive polished wood, I'm guessing for walnut sat opposite to the book shelf along with a sophisticated looking leather chair. Two sets of posh sofa chairs besides a fire place were at the other corner of the room. Beautiful painting, which I have no doubt costs fortune were decorating the wall pa

Soft rugs were scattered around in different shapes that were playful, comforting. Against the far wall, a reading nook had been built with shelves filled from top to bottom. Picture books for the little ones, novels of all kinds for the older ones. Damn near every topic that you could think of. Fiction, non-fiction, manga, history, lore, etc. A huge, cushioned bench wrapped along the windows, covered in pillows so fluffy even I wanted to curl up on them.

he announced while guiding me through the threshold. I sucked in a breath, awestruck. “Wow, this reminds me of Beauty and the Beast.” I drank in the impressive view of the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that filled the perimeter of the room. There were ladders on runners that were attached to the top of the shelves. At the center of the library, there was a circular cherry wood table with four red upholstered chairs. In the middle of the back wall was an enormous set of glass French doors that open out onto a patio area. From there, you could step down onto a stone staircase that led into the gardens.

Its surface wasn't cluttered with papers, as I'd anticipated, but instead held a minimalist setup – a sleek laptop, a crisp notepad with a simple pen, and a vintage brass lamp that added a touch of whimsy to the space. Bookshelves lined two entire walls, their wooden frames stained a rich mahogany that gleamed in the lamplight. The shelves weren't overflowing; instead, the books were carefully curated, a mix of leather-bound classics and modern paperbacks. Intrigued, I scanned the titles – a well-worn copy of "The Great Gatsby" sat next to a recent bestseller on financial markets, followed by a collection of Shakespeare's plays nestled between biographies of historical figures and travel gui

he says, a hint of excitement in his voice. He leads me downstairs to his study, a room I've only glimpsed in passing before. As we enter, I'm struck by how perfectly the space balances both our tastes. Rich, dark wood bookshelves line the walls, filled with leather-bound tomes. A large, antique desk dominates one corner, while a cozy seating area with plush armchairs and a soft throw rug occupies another. The decor is a harmonious blend of masculine and feminine touches. There are rows and rows of large bookshelves filled with books on the walls. Dominicus guides me to the seating area, where a stack of books sits on the coffee table. Curious, I pick up the top one, and instantly feel my ey

I pushed them open and stepped inside. The room took my breath away. Floor-to-ceiling shelves lined every wall, dark wood gleaming under warm amber lighting. Rolling ladders waited in their tracks, ready to be used to reach the highest shelves. The old musty smell had been replaced by fresh polish and the faint scent of new leather. In the far corner, a beautiful reading nook had been added, with two oversized armchairs upholstered in deep burgundy leather, a small side table between them, and a plush ottoman perfect for propping up tired feet. A cashmere throw was draped neatly over one chair, as if someone had anticipated exactly what I would need.

It was a bargain. I’m setting up an area in the lounge space by one of the arched windows as my reading nook. Dad has bought me a large fluffy, pale pink bean bag for the corner and Atlas has given me vouchers for Button’s shops on the hight street where I have my eye on a beautiful mahogany, square table. There’s a matching bookcase I want to get for all my books. Only, I do have a lot of books so I may need to put a bookcase or some shelving up in the bedroom too.