Booktok Chair Novels & Stories

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.

Licking my lips, I take a quick visual measurement of the shelves, and look around the room for a chair to stand on. Finding a plush armchair, I pull it over to the bookshelf and clamber up onto my knees on the cushioned seat. Making sure I’m steady, I slowly get my feet under me, but unfortunately this doesn’t make me tall enough to reach the top shelf. Testing one foot on the arm of the chair, I determine that it won’t topple under my weight. Stretching as far as I can, my fingertips only graze the spine of the book, and I huff in frustration. Keeping one foot on the arm of the chair, I balance the other on one of the shelves, pushing myself up to grasp the book. Just before my fingers clo

Who the hell has a chandelier in their office? “This is where you’ll be working,” he said, pointing to the smaller desk placed in front of the shelves. It was perfect for assistant work, with a laptop and swivel chair. “So this is where the magic happens,” I said, making my way to his desk. The buttery smoothness of the black leather executive chair looked inviting. I plopped down, sighing at the comfort of being cradled by soft leather. The desk’s surface was cool to the touch, with a textured fabric of the rug beneath my feet.

Rachel agreed but could not take her eyes from it. “You are welcome, but there is one more part to this. Every mother should have a comfortable rocking chair. Brian helped me with both of these actually,” he said as he brought the chair over. The rocking chair was made out of the same wood and design as the cradle. There were words of affirmation etched into though to remind Rachel that she was doing a great job raising her son. He had her sit down in it and try it out. She could not stop smiling at all of us.