Booktok Decor Novels & Stories

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.

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.

The lighting was a gentle pink color, enough to illuminate but not irritate the eyes. Nyxie sat in a reclining chair while Ricky wandered the huge palace. Each room was decorated like a different part of nature. The place where all the books and archives were kept was decorated to be like a forest for tranquility. The area for just general hanging out was decorated to look like the beach, for an easy-going atmosphere. The eating area was decorated like the meadow for an open feeling and the recreation rooms were decorated like the mountains for the air of freedom. Ricky was having the time of her life in the library.

The little triangle thing, he suddenly wondered if it had a name, was pointing to yes. The window on the other side of the door asked “Do I really need another candle?” The magic 8 ball underneath it had the answer of “Yes – Definitely” On the door in elegant script was Botanica Wiccan Bookstore, established 2006 Ciara Goode, Proprietess In both windows were elaborate and beautiful displays of books, candles, crystals, tarot cards and novelties. Working up his courage, Knuckles got off his bike and walked inside. He had expected the whole place to be dark and broody.

It was a bargain. I’m setting up an area in the lounge space by one of the arched windows as my reading nook. Dad has bought me a large fluffy, pale pink bean bag for the corner and Atlas has given me vouchers for Button’s shops on the hight street where I have my eye on a beautiful mahogany, square table. There’s a matching bookcase I want to get for all my books. Only, I do have a lot of books so I may need to put a bookcase or some shelving up in the bedroom too.

The room emanated an aura of sophistication and refinement, with its meticulously curated black-themed decor. As one stepped into the study, a sense of calmness and quietude permeated the air. The walls, adorned with tasteful artwork, provided a visual feast for the eyes, while the soft lighting cast an intimate ambiance. Bookshelves lined the walls, their shelves filled with a vast collection of knowledge and wisdom.

She asks, grinning at the rows and rows of high tastily decorated shelfs. The entire bookshop is arranged in columns and rows. Labelled and perfectly organised. It is dully lit, giving it a kind of archaic underground feel. The high shelves are arranged towards the end of the space, the ones closer to the domed entrance are shorter. And so it goes, like a deck of dominoes. I am an architect and I can appreciate the minimalist artistry of the space. It is stunning. And very luxurious. I can tell from the expensive wood and floor furnishings. The lights too.

I ran my hand along the woodwork beautifully crafted to match the rest of the apartment. "How?" The shelves were partially filled with the books that arrived from Palo Alto, as well as all the ones I'd already picked up from Columbia, with plenty of room for more. In the corner was a beautiful plush chaise lounge. The large modern light hanging above made it the perfect spot for reading. "I-I don't know what to say." Nox wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. "Say you won't leave your school shit on the dining room table."