Novel & Cerita Booktok Decor

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

“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.

Right up three little steps, I walk on the green rug, behind the round flat wooden chair to the brown squared desk where a few books are stacked beside two transparent cylinder vase sets of orchids and right in the middle of the table is a lamp made in the from of a little tree with its leaves as bulbs of light. This part directly faces the little garden which is behind a pair of glass doors where fireflies play around the flowers and plants and climbing green plants climb their way up the handles to frame the door, adding to its beauty. After the desk is a white chaise lounge with pillows arranged on it alongside a cream colored blanket. "Don't get lost in it." His words ring in my head an

Sophia's smile contained a hint of mischief as she added, "I happen to be a great expert on the subject." The living room is decorated in warm tones of wine red, yellow, and green, and heavy mahogany furniture is upholstered in brocade and velvet. Small leather-topped tables were scattered throughout the room, crammed with stacks of double-size books, novels, and magazines. Following Sophia's direction, Torcia sat down on a very thickly padded sofa, leaning against a row of pillows embroidered with flowers and animals. Kai sat down next to her after Sophia took a seat nearby. A maid approached Sophia, listened to some whispering instructions, then left the room discreetly.

Layla led me to a large door finally, before letting open the door for me. "This is the perfect spot and room." She declared happily as we stepped in. The beautiful room took my breath with me as I stared. It had pastel pink decorations. From the draperies to the beddings. A dusty pink persian rug was in the middle with a cream colored sofa at one side. There was a pink coloured bookshelf that housed neatly arranged books, an average sized doll rack with different assorted dolls, stuffed bears and some action figures at one side. A large TV occupied a particular extreme, while light coloured wallpapers of idols and boy bands were arranged at another extreme.

She informed me and walked slowly in front of me. “We don't sell our books but instead our book lovers come in and snuggle into one of our warm sofas with a cup of coffee or other preferred non-alcoholic drink, and a cookie. Then the pages of the books and the ambience of this place takes one through the beautiful imaginative escape route.” “Wow!” I exclaimed loudly as I stared at the different corners in the establishment and managed to close my open mouth. “This place is beautiful.” Different people had already settled quietly at different parts of the beautifully decorated establishment and I stared curiously at a staircase that had flower designs which spiralled downwards.

He turned to me and I grinned. It was exactly what I wanted for my private sanctuary. The deep charcoal walls, heavy velvet curtains that blocked out the sun, and a massive, mahogany desk that sat like an altar in the corner with shelves containing different books I read during my spare time. It was simple with not too much decorations but it also felt expensive even though it was minimal.