Novel & Cerita Booktok Chair

she said, showing me to his office. "Thank you," I said, walking to his office. I saw that he still had the big bookshelf and smiled. I knew he loved reading; I always told him he’s a nerd with all of these books. I walked to his desk and sat down on his huge chair. This must be how a big-shot CEO feels when he sits in this chair, I thought, as I relaxed in the soft chair. I looked at his table and started wondering how many women he had sex with on his desk and chair. My mind suddenly pictured scenes of women giving him a BJ from under the desk.

He grabbed a wooden stool chair and stood on top of it, reaching for something. It was a book.

“Come, have a seat. Your energy is feeling way off today.” She gestured to a chair that suddenly materialized in front of a nice iron-framed, solid oak desk. She sat in a black spoon-back highchair with a buttoned backrest and scrolled arms. Behind her sat her family’s altar table covered with spells, candles, and other assortments of wiccan magicks.

Each person could customize the color and material on the official website. Bianca chose a soft, pastel pink. The day her chair arrived, she spun around in it several times. Then she stopped in front of me, looking down at my battered chair—its paint peeling, the cushion collapsed—and smiled. "This chair is so comfortable. Too bad. Outsourced staff don't get one. You'll just have to make do with your junk." After years of overtime, I had already developed a herniated disc in my lower back. On rainy days, the dull ache would creep in again.

Well, it looked like a chair, but was different in some aspects. It was made with leather and its back panel was slanted in a way to make you recline your back, while still sitting. It also had leg sockets, in which you could insert your legs, and a large armrest for comfort. A very unique type of chair indeed, one he had not seen before. Once the carriers had off-loaded the chair and left, an elder spoke up "So this treasure you speak about is a chair?"

Altair hopes one of the books here can help him get out of the novel. The white clothes he was wearing now were stained with dust and blood, not looking like the clothes of a noble. Altair sat at a large table and several rows of chairs there. Tables and chairs made of the best quality teak wood feel very old and shiny. The cushioned chair is made of luxurious dark red velvet surrounded by embroidered gold and silver threads. A large blue rose embroidered pattern sits in the center of the cushioned fabric for the seatback. The wood carvings are also very antique, similar to the accent of the On country dragon, however, they also look like vines.

Her head resting on her paws as her body curled around her again. I watched Sorscha warily before looking around the huge room again. It looked as if it would be in an old antique painting or in a picture in a museum. It had a giant chandelier that dangled above the long dark wooded table. I counted the number of chairs, twenty-two. Ten on either side and one at each end. But unlike the normal chair, I sat in, the one on the other end was more of a throne. A very ugly and old-looking throne. At least this told me I should never let Samael be an interior designer. "I take it you don't like it here?" I looked behind me surprised. "I can take you home. I can set you free.."

The room was big, with high ceilings and large windows that let in streams of pale light. Two men were standing close to a man seated on a chair that looked like an olden days throne chair. It was made of mahogany, with armrests shaped like a wolf’s head. “Who still uses this sort of chair?” I scoffed silently to my wolf. One of the men standing, I recognised as the Beta from last night and the other looking stern at me. The man sitting on the throne chair, I knew was the Alpha with the aura radiating from him. They all raised their heads up to look at me, that’s when I felt it, a spark igniting within me, spreading like wildfire through my veins.

I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read. "Ella, stop slouching around and get to work" my manager yells at me, there was no one in the shop while I was sitting around here. I looked up to see a woman standing next to the register, I huffed angrily and put the book away before walking over to the nice looking lady. "Hi ma'am, how may I help you?" I ask the woman, she was only about five feet tall, with brown long hair and brown eyes. "Hello, I'm here for the new werewolf story" she says looking at me, I tried my best to hide under my own overgrown bangs.

Said she and left before I could say anything to her. Opening the door, I was met with floor to ceiling books. There was a ladder off to the right side with wheels on the top that had a track that went all the way around the room. A large sofa sat in the middle with two arm chairs on either side with end tables and lamps connecting them. There was a balcony straight through with a rocking chair and a thick blanket draped over the back of it.