Booktok Chair Novels & Stories

Carlos faced her and pointed to the east. "Your Highness, there was a reading corner on that side. Did you perhaps want to go there and sit first? " "Okay!" They walked into the east side of the store and she saw the reading corner that Carlos was talking about. The chairs were made of rattan, and they looked cozy. Minerva sat on the rattan chair. Carlos placed the old book on the rattan table. She thanked him before she opened the book. "Were you that curious about me?"

“But that is not important right now. Are you going to accept the gift or not? My brother is waiting for an answer.” I looked down at what he was holding. The device was unlike anything I had seen before. It was a low chair made of dark metal and carved wood, light but strong. Smooth wheels rested on each side, smaller ones beneath for balance. Handles curved behind the seat. There were soft straps lined with leather to support the waist and legs. It looked carefully made. At first I thought he was offering me something that would make my condition look pitiful. But if I saw someone using this, I would admire the device before any other thought came into my mind. He truly looked like he want

Bianca’s POV I sat on the sofa, giggling with Charles and enjoying his company. It was different and I felt indulged. A table caught my eyes: it was a modern black L-shaped executive desk swivel chair adhesive height office chair. It was stunning and exquisite, just like a dark night in the middle of the night covered in darkness and solitude. I couldn't help but think of Charles. It would be good to change the office, it contradicted his personality: It gave off a boring and disdaining personality.

It was comfortable. The tables and shelves where his books were kept were made of dark ebony wood, the chairs were leather and soft. Three dark velvet chairs had a dark glass table in the center, and the marble floors looked squeakily clean, reflecting my image. We went through his schedule together, and he offered to take Sophie and me out for lunch so she could guide me through some of the work I had to do. No matter how many times I said no, he kept pushing, and my twin, like the reckless goddess she was, happily said yes when Cage asked her over the phone.

he said, pushing the door open. The smell of old books, rust and damp earth hit me at the door. Mr. Delbert’s office was a small, unventilated cubicle, cramped with books and files. A small rickety desk took almost all the space in the room and was almost falling itself from holding the weight of the thousand books which rested on it. He took a seat on a swivel chair whose leather was completely torn off and all that was left of it was the browning foam and ushered me to a couch which seemed looked like he must have gotten it from the farmer’s market.

“They’re going for cozy, but everything is overhead. It flattens the room. They need table lamps, or those low pendant lights over each booth.” I pointed subtly. “And the chairs? They’re too angular. Cozy means curves, stuff that looks like it’s hugging you back.” I caught Tessa’s tiny, satisfied smirk and pretended I didn’t. My voice sounded too natural. Too familiar. Like muscle memory warming up after months of refusing to move. “And that corner?” I said, nodding to the empty nook by the window. “Perfect for a reading seat. Wide chair, knitted throw, maybe a basket of books. People love the illusion of quiet.”

In addition to the five occupied chairs, four more sat vacant. One of the seated men was significantly larger than his fellows, in girth more so than height. His high-backed chair—more of a throne, really—was larger and more ornate than the others as well. Intricate carved runes covered much of the chair’s dark wood surface. The special chair left little doubt that this man was the leader of the group.

I was almost laughing when I remembered where I was and I am not about to get kicked out for laughing at the tiny creatures that were working and flapping their ears to fly to different shelves , after walking for almost twenty minutes just because the place is huge and she just told me to take that left aisle and walk to the end of the aisle but it was one extremely long aisle. I saw the table at the end of the aisle and on it is the biggest book I have ever seen, I was giddy until I got close and found that the book body looks like it was made from green flesh, I almost lost my breakfast but I pulled myself together and forced my self to sit on the chair before reaching to it and opened it

None of that is all that extraordinary though. I freeze in the doorway of my office. Instead of my usual ergonomic chair, there is a throne behind my desk. A massive, plush leather recliner that looks like it belongs in a first-class airline cabin. It has lumbar support, a footrest, and I’m pretty sure it has a massage function. "He had the maintenance crew move it in an hour ago," Enzo explains calmly. "He said your back needs support." I stare at the chair. It looks comfortable as hell. It’s also completely ridiculous behind my sleek, modern glass desk. This is not a battle I want to pick though.

Keal’s arm came around my waist instantly, steady and warm, his presence anchoring me as we were led deeper into the canopy. I barely noticed where I was stepping. My eyes were too busy trying to take everything in. And then I saw them. The chairs. Set at the front. Waiting for us. They weren’t just chairs. They were… something more. Beautifully crafted, cushioned, and adorned with soft layers of flowing fabric in ivory and pale green, with delicate gold accents woven through them. They looked regal without being overwhelming, elegant in a way that made my chest tighten all over again. As we approached, something shifted in the air.