Booktok Chair Novels & Stories

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.

Or that it was a resting place for her kind. They finally entered another room, this one smaller than the others, but with high, vaulted ceilings, and natural light pouring in. This room had stark, stone floors, and in its center sat one remarkable piece of furniture: a throne. Mounted high up on a pedestal, at least fifteen feet high, sat the wooden throne, a chair which was extra wide, with arms that sloped upward, and a back that angled on a triangle, coming to a point in the middle. Beneath it, on its corners, sat two golden lions, designed to look as if they were holding up the chair.

Erik didn’t usually make me wait very long once he heard the stomach growling. He was leaned against the door, arms crossed, gaze fixed on me. “What’s up?” I ask, sitting up a little more. He raises his brow at my question, pushes off the door and approaches me. I watch him the entire time as he circles around his desk and stands beside his chair I was still sitting in. He grabs the back, and turns it to face him. I was a little surprised how easily he did it, like I said, this thing was like a miniature throne. It was made of solid wood, and definitely didn’t have wheels or spinny features like the office chairs I was used to. His arm stayed on the chair, pinning me in as he towered over me

There is a huge window by the left corner of the room with a beautiful view of a garden and the woods behind the main pack house. The large desk stood back with a magnificent black leather chair behind it, one that looked like it was made to fit a king. There were two smaller chairs at the opposite side of the desk and there's one long sofa at the right side of the room set in front of a large book shelf that housed maybe hundreds of books. The couch has a small table beside it that was holding a few bottles of liquor and closed glasses. It looked like the perfect spot to get lost in to the pages of the book for an entire day.

" Good luck. - Thanks. He brushed my cheek lightly, almost like he was stroking a amulet. “I'm glad you're here, Tezzie. I chose a chair near the back, leaving Damien's fans the best seats, and also curious to watch the audience. I grabbed a handful of bookmarks and I watched one of them; I saw that the design was simple, attractive, and effective. On one side it showed Wild Fire; O another brought the covers of previous books and a short synopsis of each one, in addition to talking about the

His uneasiness grew. Trish was inspecting the room, touching the soft leather of the sofa, peering at the objects on the shelves inside the closed glass cabinets next to the bookshelves. Then she walked over to the three chairs arranged before the large desk. They didn't look very comfortable, but as the mansion was designed after some evil villain's castle and the office was the den of an evil mastermind, the uncomfortable chairs seemed like a natural fit. The ornately carved wood chairs had high but flat backs with lovely tapestry style cushions between the tall back legs. She held Ben's eye. "These chairs are perfect!" she said with a grin. He examined them and nodded to her. She moved on

It literally has metal bars framing over the bed in a canopy like structure. Oh God, my eyes found this tall rack with wide shelves, familiar and unfamiliar subjects both gleamed back at me. Things I’m familiar with but has never for once used them in my life. Why would I use a butt-plug? Or that choker? And what the fuck are the rest of stuffs for? Not too far from the rack and directly adjacent the bed was placed a modern lounge chair, black, curved, and with a studded designing. And….. and what in the absolute fuck is that?

“Why do you have to do this, Selena? You were living just fine, in a mansion, with several servants. Why do you have to make things complicated?” “Because I want to,” I said before dismissing him out of my sight. There were two bedrooms on the second level, but only one was unlocked, and the other was shut and bolted. The locked chamber was meant for my collection of toys and books. Aside from that, it has a love chair which I purchased online. I haven’t tried doing it in the love chair, and I had no idea what convinced me to buy it. As I stared into the love chair in pink colour, someone suddenly entered, and I panicked.

Besides books, there are many other miscellaneous items placed on them. In the middle of the room, there is a set of black leather chairs and a table. Since Ciara used to work at a furniture store, she can tell that they are definitely not cheap. However, the owner of this room does not seem to care much about them, as there are clothes thrown haphazardly all over them, there are also books that have been read and are lying on the ground. The owner of this room is a very messy person.

We didn’t share formal meals with the wolves very often, so I was still a little uncertain about the etiquette, but as I approached he reached for the arm of the heavy dining chair—he knew they were difficult for me to move—and pulled it out, his eyes never leaving mine. “Thank you,” I said quietly as I reached the chair and settled into it, trying to scoot it closer to the table without looking like a child. These chairs were designed for adult male wolves. My feet only touched the ground if I sat closer to the edge and pointed my toes. I didn’t miss that Cazz gave the chair a little shove from the back as I tried to move it in and when I was settled, heart pounding more from nerves than mo