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Does that still qualify even if he didn’t use tools? He carries me along the balcony, allowing me to glance down at the floor below, but pauses. I glance at him, then look to the side, my eyes widening as I suddenly understand what Belle felt in Beauty and the Beast. Jartre sets me down and I push open the shutter doors to the most gorgeous home library. It’s not ostentatious like what the beast gave Belle, it’s much smaller, intimate, and cosy with a single couch and ottoman. The walls are lined floor to ceiling with books with a stunning view of the ocean, but the view is slightly obscured by the plants of the island, which casts a dim light over the room creating the perfect ambience for

The room, usually a sanctuary of quiet knowledge, was now adorned with opulent decorations that danced with the morning light. Every corner of the library was a testament to the kingdom's rich history and the reverence it held for its traditions. Intricately carved wooden bookshelves, their dark mahogany polished to a gleam, lined the walls, each one cradling ancient tomes that whispered of forgotten legends and tales of valor. The scent of aged parchment and leather bindings hung in the air, a comforting reminder of the countless stories that had found their home within these walls. The mellow lighting cast a warm, inviting glow, coaxing visitors to explore the hidden treasures of knowledge

He could almost imagine running his lips over hers, gently, lightly then delving deeper into the secrets her mouth held. Since the thought would in no way help him against a furious Leigh, he dispelled it from his mind. He wasn’t one for fantasies though, he preferred the real thing. "I believe I just did," he took a moment to appreciate the decorator's diligent work in adding a soft, homey feeling to a mere building and pieces of furniture. There were splashes of colour in form of throw pillows, a play mat was neatly folded to one corner, the center table decorated with a pretty flower vase that had actual roses in it.

As I finished, I grabbed a water bottle and took a few sips. The claustrophobia was quick to get me, as I scanned the whole room, and it made me realize how gorgeous this room is. The pinkish-beige walls of the classic-style bedroom are decorated with great grace, and luxurious wallpaper with silk-screen printing with light furniture and textiles create a muted home atmosphere. A combination of textures that are similar in material and color is often used. At the same time, a more decorative layer is made in the form of a panel, of which there can be quite a lot.

The kitchen was a chef’s dream, outfitted with state-of-the-art appliances and sleek quartz countertop. A coffee table crafted from reclaimed driftwood stood at the center of the room, its weathered surface adding a touch of rustic charm. In one corner of the room, a cozy reading nook beckoned with a collection of books nestled on a wooden bookshelf. Delia couldn’t resist running her fingers over the spines, marveling at the eclectic mix of titles that ranged from classic literature to contemporary bestsellers. As she explored further, Delia discovered a hallway leading to the bedroom, which was a sanctuary unto itself, decorated in soothing colors and furnished with a sumptuous bed with cri

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

“Now, come. We are standing here at the gates of Paradise and we have not entered it yet!” I smiled genuinely, feeling my heart flutter with excitement and anticipation. In the pack where I was once the Alpha's daughter, our library was very beautiful, it had a reasonable amount of copies, however, most of them were not useful for me. Not for fun. There were manuals and encyclopedias on subjects that didn't interest me whatsoever. As soon as the doors opened, I actually agreed with Morgan. That was Paradise! Bookcases reached to the ceiling, filled with books. In the center, some round tables, adorned with gold. The pilasters and the shelves themselves were in the Greek style. It was like en

I muttered with a look of awe and admiration. It was like stepping into a fantasy library. The walls were soft-tone red with flecks of black and white. Shelves and shelves of books were neatly arranged in a circular manner. In the center was a little table with an unlit scented candle and two rows of beautiful bookmarks. Three chairs were alongside. There was also a coffee maker in the corner and a soft looking couch.

“You sure they can’t take it from me?” He nodded. “Absolutely.” We drove the rest of the way to a small house in the middle of town. He led me inside and my mouth dropped open as we moved through it. Every wall in every room was filled to the brim with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. On 95% of them, there were hundreds of books. On the rest of them were beautiful glass, crystal and porcelain figurines of almost every single type of bear and wolf. Every room had a light system that would make reading at any time of the day easy. Every single window was ornately designed with stained glass scenes that took my breath away.

Maybe Zion had had the room freshly painted, although for what means she couldn’t be sure. A huge, cream faux fur rug covered the wooden flooring in the right side of the room, thoughtfully placed before the rustic log burner which resided in the wall. Keeping with the theme, a double mahogany book shelf leaned against the wall in front of her, filling out the space just before the door. Brielle couldn’t be certain, but if she had to guess she would imagine there would be around 100 books neatly stored in there. Besides her was a cream, velvet reading chair that looked out through to the window. It was strangely large, big enough for perhaps herself and all three of her mates to rest on.