Booktok Decor Novels & Stories

“Imagine how it will be when I redecorate.” As I eagerly gestured for Tyler to join me, a gentle smile played upon my lips. The room I led him into held a treasure trove of knowledge and imagination— by this I meant it was where I kept my books, most of which were erotic romance novels. As we crossed the threshold, a delightful medley of scents enveloped us, intertwining the fragrant whispers of lit scented candles with the familiar aroma of well-loved pages. “You own quite a lot of book,” Tyler said, tracing a finger alone the edge of a shelf. “I didn’t know you loved reading.”

Leo opened the doors but I couldn't believe what I seen inside From floor to ceiling along the walls there was thousands and thousands of books lined up on huge wooden book cases with shelves packed full of different size and thickness of books. Some of these massive book cases were vertical in the center of the room which also had beautiful colored books lining there shelves. Glass windows were at the very top of the roof line letting in a perfect amount of natural light. The smells that filled my nose were heaven all these paper pages filled the room with the faint smell of ink lingering.

First stop: home décor. I wandered the aisles, tossing things into the cart almost mindlessly. A set of sage green throw pillows that would look perfect on the couch. A faux sheepskin rug in cream to soften the hardwood floors. A woven basket for blankets. LED strip lights for behind the TV—something ambient and cozy.

I slip inside and shut it behind me. Theodore's room is charming. It's plain compared to some of the rooms I've seen in the palace, but it feels refreshingly modest. If his personality matches his style, it's no wonder Althea likes him. She's never been one for flashy things. He's lightly decorated his space with plants, maps, and books. I immediately notice the tall bookshelves along the far wall and the collection of books. The shelf stands as tall as the ceiling, and almost every one is filled. I walk over, scanning the spines in awe.

Being the main objects there, which I looked at with my eyes, however, they tried in vain to reach the remotest corners of the room or the recesses of the vaulted and ornamented ceiling. Since there were dark tapestries among the artifacts placed in which, hanging from the dimensions of fear, in its crudest form, with the furniture it was plentiful, but uncomfortable, being ceremonial and traditional, to get the image that it matched the gloomy environment, in which it was in a precarious state. There were several books. In which they were adorned and were in contrast to the musical instruments scattered around the corners, but not even if they were like that, in which they felt that they co

It was not made entirely of iron bars, but instead appeared as a simple metal rectangle with no handle or keyhole. They walked me towards a massive, ornate door. It opened automatically as soon as we were close enough, revealing a dark interior full of leather couches and rich carpets, decorated with expensive paintings and antiques. The walls were lined with bookshelves crammed with hundreds upon thousands of old volumes and first edition books, all neatly arranged and bound in gold paper. This was particularly shocking because I never placed the Rogue King for a reader. There was a fire blazing inside of the fireplace, which was all made up in gold and silver trimmings like something out o

His study. But not the cute kind with the little desk and a single bookshelf you pretend you've read at. This was the kind of room that meant something. Dark wood paneling wrapped around the entire room. All the while the fire burned slowly in the fireplace, sending off a warm glow. Bookshelves claimed the rest of the walls, climbing nearly to the ceiling and packed so tightly with dozens of different volumes of books it looked like the books had shuffled all together in the hopes of not missing a single word being said. A massive desk dominated the center of the room. It was made of rich wood, not as dark as the walls, but it was polished to a shine that caught the flickering light of the f

The bar stools for the island are made out of old whiskey barrels that also matches the custom made bookshelf that lines the wall in the living room. We each head to our rooms to finish decorating. My room has a queen sized bed with quilt that has soft neutral colors of grey and taupe which highlight the beautiful horses in the meadow among the green and golden trees. It has a decorative pillow that says ‘life is better with a horse’ and a picture of Beauty on it. I have my own personal bookshelf and a handmade braided juice rug that is light brown.

Yet this place had a more elegant touch, curving corners that led to even more books in a room that she’d had no idea was as large as it turned out to be. By the time she’d made it to the other end, she’d passed through the room’s center where four leather couches sat facing one another, a huge area rug covering the floor beneath them. There was also a fireplace nestled deep into the back wall surrounded by an intricate rock design. 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.

Veronyka's voice was getting louder and louder each second that passed. Closing the door behind him, I circle my eyes aroung the room. Its style looked modern and aesthetic with the white painted walls and mahogany brown planks on the floor that certainly helped improve the ambiance. There was a large king-sized bed at the center, a vanity table at one corner, a big white fur rug on the floor and also a long, white couch positioned beside a tall bookshelf. I darted my eyes to the large volume of books filling that shelf which instantly made my heart flutter at the comfort of reading they were practically screaming to offer in my head. My eyed flickering in excitement.