Booktok Chair の小説・ストーリー

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

The whole thing looked like a shiny purple crystal ball full of carvings of magic circles with a chair in the middle. Xasha designed the chair to fit her body and support her back, so she can stay steady and comfortable even during a fight. The cushions were made from Dream Sheep fur and dried Comfort Frog leather. Both these were illusion type energy beasts that caught prey by putting them in a calm and relaxed state. This chair however will help melody stay calm and relax while she fights, so she can make better decisions. The armrest of the chair had metal string rung from it to the ceiling and looked like a giant harp on both sides.

I quickly shut my mouth and nodded before following Arthur, who was already in the lead. When we both exited the bedroom, we went straight to the compound of the mansion building, and I was surprised to see two already-built wooden chairs. "When did this chair arrive?" I was surprised and I decided to interrogate Arthur. "I put them here while you were sleeping." He replied solemnly before taking a seat. The chair is made of wood and has foam attached to it so that sitting on it is comfortable. One could easily rest his back in the chair, and the chair could be easily adjusted to the back.

I dropped my head to the book with a groan. “I don’t think the librarians would approve of your bookmark,” Rivyn commented mildly. He sat on the opposite side of the table, the heavy tome open before him and propped up on a stand. He leaned back on the chair, his ankle resting on his knee, seeming at complete ease on the uncomfortable wooden chairs.

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.

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

Rows of shelves lined the walls, packed with thick leather-bound books, and right in the center was this old reading chair, high-backed and showing signs of wear from years of use. She turned and locked the door behind us, the click sounding louder than it should have in the quiet space. “Strip down,” she said, leaning back against one of the shelves with her arms crossed over her chest

Walking over to the bookshelves, he looked at everything she had put on there. “I got all your books and organized them. Grace didn’t give me much to work on so I guessed for the decor.” “You got it perfectly.” Throwing my arms around her, she staggered back a little before hugging me back. “Thank you so much!” “Of course! I’m glad you like it.” Letting her go, I moved to my desk and sat down. The chair wasn’t an usual office chair. It had a second landing that could be used to cross your legs or just prop them up.

I unpacked my notebooks and placed my white ceramic coffee mug next to the keyboard. I looked down at the black leather office chair pushed underneath the wooden desk. The expensive chair was specifically designed for a heavy person. The seat was incredibly wide, and the thick bottom cushion offered maximum physical support to accommodate my wide hips and my heavy thighs. I realized instantly that Maximilian had specifically ordered a wide chair so I would never feel squeezed or uncomfortable while sitting in his office. I pulled the wide leather chair backward and sat down. The thick cushion perfectly supported my heavy curves. I reached forward and pressed the power button on my new comput

As gorgeous as it all was, Elaina found herself going farther, to the end of the room, to a section of books that looked terribly old and for some odd reason appeared the most interesting. There were leather chairs in this part of the room as well, single high-backed ones the color of rich caramel. Reaching out, she let her fingers brush lightly over the tattered spines of a couple books, stopping as if by no control of her own on one. The name TREKAS was printed in letters so worn she could barely see them all. Elaina pulled that one from the shelf without a moment’s hesitation. Before opening it, as if knowing already that this was going to take some time, she’d backed up until she sank in