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And finally, there’s his new friend, whose tree features book ornaments, including miniature bookstores. Akio loves being able to showcase their’ unique passions through their individual trees, and even though they insist he doesn’t have to go through all the trouble, he likes to think they enjoy returning to their room after a long day of work and seeing the homey Christmas decor Akio has set up for them, his way of showing his love for them. Nikolai lowers himself onto one of the sitting area’s armchairs, reaching out to catch Akio’s hand and reel him in closer.

Idiot. Lia scanned the area, taking in the bookstore. It was well designed and decorated, easy for readers to browse, yet still with the charm often found in small towns as opposed to the city. She loved the reading areas placed thoughtfully throughout the store. There were little chairs and miniature tables in one colorful corner with a significant stock of children's books. A huge stuffed bear sat in one corner, holding a poster of a new release. Café tables had been set up around the coffee bar, where people could sit with their laptops. The aroma of hot chocolate, really excellent coffee, and spicy cookies drifted on the air, making Lia's mouth water. She realized she hadn't even taken t

Each section was clearly labelled, handwritten in black ink on what looked like old parchment, and I let my fingers brush over the top of the smooth stones as I passed. There were shelves on every wall, stacked high with books: some looked old and worn, whilst others looked like new-age literature, freshly printed with glossy, colourful covers. There were wall hangings of all different shapes and sizes, some with chakras on, some with celestial patterns, and others with abstract shapes and sewn in earthy colours. I wondered if this was where Aradia had found my wall hanging, and the thought of her in here, shopping for me, made my heart swell.

I gave him a glare and he turned to go with Aaron and Silver. This is the first time I'm grateful to Alex because of his banter, she smiles wholeheartedly. I opened my study door for her and she quietly entered with timid steps. My study had a wooden floor a black couch with a coffee table, my desk with a chair in the middle and two other chairs in front of it. It had two big french windows on either side just behind my desk. There is a book shelf on either side of the room. Actually at first it was not but before the wedding I renovated it and made these shelves and filled it with every book genre. I saw her that day in the mall at a book store. Her eyes shine when she looks at books. I hop

Like a secret asking to be seen. I pushed it gently. The room wasn’t fully lit. Just a reading lamp in the corner casting soft shadows across the walls. The air was filled with the scent of white roses and cinnamon. The walls were decorated with small paintings. Flowers, a few abstract ones in colors that felt strangely familiar. On a glass shelf, a row of slender books about interior design, a few architecture journals, even a couple of classic novels. And on the side table, a single photo in a silver frame.

The doorbell over the door rang when he entered, and for an instant, he stood still—not uncertain, but due to the strange warmth that rushed up to meet him. It smelled like cardamom tea and old parchment. Music was playing softly in the background—something acoustic, not jarring. Books lined every wall, their spines lovingly lined up by color and genre. A shelf of poetry books sat in the corner, surrounded by dried lavender and hand-painted bookmarks. And behind the counter. she stood there. Lena had just rolled a stack of children's books under the register when she looked up—and they made eye contact. For the first time.

Soft rugs were scattered around in different shapes that were playful, comforting. Against the far wall, a reading nook had been built with shelves filled from top to bottom. Picture books for the little ones, novels of all kinds for the older ones. Damn near every topic that you could think of. Fiction, non-fiction, manga, history, lore, etc. A huge, cushioned bench wrapped along the windows, covered in pillows so fluffy even I wanted to curl up on them.

“It’s my most special place in my home.” The room was spectacular. A huge leather day bed was set in the centre, with cushions spread on it. A large lamp was placed near it. Across it was a fireplace, above which was a large, sleek TV, and in one corner of the room was a wooden desk with a laptop on it. On the other corner was a leather-finish bar. The whole setting was cozy and warm. What made it even more appealing were the book racks lining two of the walls. Dozens of books were stacked in neat little rows, one below the other on the shelves. It was fascinating for an avid reader like her.