Booktok Chair Novels & Stories

As if they are some futuristic weapons. Shrugging, I sit down on the silo chair and desk in the room. There is a feather and ink as well as a big book. I try opening the book but it is stuck. I try to pry the pages open but it is a futile attempt. The book just won't budge.

Finally, he turned to Adrian, his tone neutral, "Mr. Adrian, please take your seat." However, Adrian did not immediately sit down. His senses, which were always on high alert, had already detected Anisa's movements. He noticed Anisa leading a dozen workers toward the storage room of the restaurant and located a huge wooden box that was about two meters high and three meters wide and long. When the giant box was opened, Adrian saw what was inside—a massive dragon armchair. The four legs, armrests, and backrest were all carved with lifelike dragons of various colors, including red, black, and yellow.

Alpha King carried me up to the second floor and placed me on the couch in the book room. The book room was open plan, had no doors and was directly connected to the stairs, our bedroom and Alpha King's office. From the book room with a large glass window overlooking the flower garden, Sitting here watching flowers was wonderful. Alpha King put me on this chair and then he sat down too. Normally, when I had free time, I would also sit here, one side looking at the flowers, the other reading a book. Sometimes I even played very gentle music to relax. The chair was very wide, almost the size of a bed for one person, so sometimes I would rest here. The fresh, vibrant space made it easier for me

At the same time, the swing would be difficult to install into her ceiling. London did like the fuck machine as it was called. However, she didn’t know how she wanted to install it. There was a type of chair that didn’t have a proper seat. It was made from two separate planks with a huge gap in between. Supposedly each side was meant for legs to be spread and bound. The in-between was where the fuck machine should fit. The name for such a chair was known as “Queening Chair”. What a befitting theme!

It cast a warm glow across the walnut desk and tall black bookshelves that loomed behind it. I stood there for a moment, studying the high-backed leather chair. Then I pulled it out and sat down. No hesitation. The chair was soft. Supportive. Smelled like leather, paper dust, and some faint trace of Zach’s cologne that somehow lived in the air around it. It was… infuriating. Calming. But infuriating. I spun the chair slowly and looked around the room. Then I stretched out my right leg and propped it up on the desk. The cold surface of the walnut pressed against the sole of my bare foot. I extended it fully and stared at my toes, still clean from the beach.

A fully stocked changing table with wood that matched the crib sat along the far wall. The beautiful, wooden rocking chair in the corner caught my eye. A giant, brown teddy bear with a peach bow smiled at me from the seat. I walked over to run my hand along the back of the chair. “That was my great grandmother’s rocking chair,” Devon told me. “Several generations of Booker babies have been rocked to sleep in that chair.” It was all so beautiful and overwhelming. I couldn’t believe that they had managed to transform this room in the amount of time that I had been gone.

I had to shake my head and push up off the couch before I embarrassed myself even more. Toya stood with a groan. “Is there anything else coming today?” We both looked around the room and stared at the new couch and love seat. Both we a soft grey that was over plush. I knew as soon as I saw them with Sterling, I needed them. I shook my head. “The chair was on back order.” I smiled when I thought of my reading chair. It was a double wide seat with a soft plush cover. That one really made Nix want to purr.

The stale air—a mix of musty smells of abandoned books and aged wood—ran out as though it had been seeking freedom, ambushing my nose. Without haste, before Uncle Niall could think of it, let alone do it, I forged ahead and sank into my father’s chair. It wasn’t like a regular black swivel chair found in the office, but a tufted chair, its frame refinished in a black lacquer paint and reupholstered in high-end tufted black leather. The backrest stretched long and an intricate design was carved atop it, making the chair seem like it wore a crown. It didn’t feel like a normal business chair; it felt like a throne.

This was the table of judgment. Blake remembered that this all started with him sitting on the House Leader’s Chair, still looking more like a throne than a chair. It’s high backing and seat, with a leather cushion and wooden sculptures on each end—one of an Eastern Dragon and the other of a Phoenix, both looking about to rise from the back. The arms are carved, connecting each animal using its tail. The legs were cut in the likeness of the legs of the two animals. If it weren’t for this chair, his life would have been more mundane than what it is today, and he would be none the wiser of a world of cultivation within this world.

Taking a closer look, those dragon balls were luminous pearls. Zachariah noticed Severin was being quiet and discovered Severin was looking at his mahogany chair. He chuckled. "Hoho. What do you think? This chair is called Double Dragon Throne Chair. My brother shipped it back to me from overseas. He said it belonged to a king in the old times. Haha. I think no one else could have a similar chair in this city!" He paused and corrected himself. "No! I don't think you can find another one in the entire country!"