Booktok Chair Novels & Stories

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.

That corner of the bed room had seemed to be a make shift office as it housed items that could only be found usually in an office. The aforementioned mahogany office desk, a black office chair- one of those chairs that had wheels and usually were a delight to sit on, a mahogany book shelf was nailed into the wall and it housed several books. I went through the books, pronouncing the titles as I ran my fingers along their spines. Some were Italian books, their delicate looking spines made it obvious that they were classics. To avoid damaging them, I had removed my fingers from their bodies, avoiding making contact with them. I then returned to the bed which had been laid neatly and thrown mys

Isadora cherished books. She shrugged. “It still has a part of my dad’s ancient stuff in it. You can go in if you want.” He ventured over the edge and she exchanged on a light. Dim burgundy dividers with resplendent mahogany moldings rose over ten feet. The furniture was medieval and secured with a layer of tidy. A expanding chimney stood at the other conclusion, two winged chairs cozied around a marble table fair huge sufficient for the resplendent chess set that sat on best. One divider had windows with thick velvet wraps, but the other divider was secured, floor to ceiling, with books.

The room looked beautiful. The walls had shelves lined around them, shelving probably thousands of books in his high-ceiling room. In the middle of the room was an antique oak table paired with a wooden chair that was shaped like a throne for elven royalties. In front of the table seated two loveseats facing each other and a glass coffee table with a black cloth with sophisticated embroidery covering it.

Didn't tell me where he went but I was thankful for the little space and privacy I had. It was a massive library too. The shelves were made out of dark oak. Each bookcase had at least three hundred or more books. Two tables were in the room with four chairs at both tables. There was a bay window near the back of the room with cream-colored cushions. My favorite part was the balcony. There was one of those oval chairs that hang from the ceiling. This one didn't hang from the ceiling. Instead, it was being held up by a metal pole. The metal and the oval wood part was a light gray color. The pillows on the other hand were a cream color shade. Liam wanted to put the metal in an awful shade of gr

A leather chair in the center. I started looking through the shelf. Picked out a book, sat on the chair and started reading it. The book is about the history of several countries. I don't know how long I read. There is a mantel in the room, so the room is not cold. I fell asleep halfway through the book.

It's all in here, and I just stare at them. Holding the book I was reading, I decided to put it back on the shelf, and look for one again. A book with the same cover like the one with Sebastian caught my attention but it's too high for me to reach so I took my chair and put it under the shelf. I stepped on it and took the book I wanted. I smiled as I finally reached it but for some reason while I was going down, the chair broke its one leg. The things here were just old and can not stand so much pressure that's why it collapsed.

Maybe Zion had had the room freshly painted, although for what means she couldn’t be sure. A huge, cream faux fur rug covered the wooden flooring in the right side of the room, thoughtfully placed before the rustic log burner which resided in the wall. Keeping with the theme, a double mahogany book shelf leaned against the wall in front of her, filling out the space just before the door. Brielle couldn’t be certain, but if she had to guess she would imagine there would be around 100 books neatly stored in there. Besides her was a cream, velvet reading chair that looked out through to the window. It was strangely large, big enough for perhaps herself and all three of her mates to rest on.

"Don't think I don't see the look in your eyes when you see this specimen of manhood in front of you." I roll my eyes. He's right, but I'll never let him know that. "You're a specimen of something, that's for sure." "Get your sweet little ass on that chair," he says, more teasing than demanding. "My ass is hardly little anymore," I note. "What is this thing?" It's not a regular chair and certainly not a recliner, not with its elongated s-shape and narrow width. "It's a sex chair." Dorian grins at me like he's inordinately pleased with himself.