Novel & Cerita Booktok Reading Chair

--- They collapsed into one of the oversized armchairs wedged into the corner of the store. Julian sat rigidly, his tall form uncomfortably bending into the cushioned chair, but Aria snuggled in beside him with a cup of cocoa almost as large as her head. Lena started reading. Her voice was gentle and melodious, spinning magic among the bookshelves. The tale was uncomplicated, nearly childish, yet in the manner in which she related it, all of that was forgotten. Patient, gentle, and descriptive, even the adults edged a bit closer.

I imagined. The library had tall floor-to-ceiling shelves, with long windows that had draped curtains over them. Above was a bright overhead chandelier light. There were red soft plush couches at different corners of the room. I looked to my right at the far end of the room. There was a big mahogany desk with a recliner. Though the table was empty, on it stood a desk lamp, notepads, and a pen holder for jotting. Behind it on the wall was a beautiful wallpaper with bold imprinted letters on it - READING IS LIFE. This was heaven basically. What else would appease me other than these books?

Walking over to the bookshelves, he looked at everything she had put on there. “I got all your books and organized them. Grace didn’t give me much to work on so I guessed for the decor.” “You got it perfectly.” Throwing my arms around her, she staggered back a little before hugging me back. “Thank you so much!” “Of course! I’m glad you like it.” Letting her go, I moved to my desk and sat down. The chair wasn’t an usual office chair. It had a second landing that could be used to cross your legs or just prop them up.

Above it was a headboard covered with a buttery soft velvet fabric. In one corner of the room, there was a cozy reading corner, complete with a comfortable armchair and matching stool. The armchair is upholstered in a soft chenille fabric, and the footstool is upholstered in luxurious faux fur, making it the perfect place to curl up with a good book or a cup of tea. Who designed this incredibly cozy room? "The young master said that the empty side would be for your baby box," Bella pointed to the empty corner on the other side.

This was the table of judgment. Blake remembered that this all started with him sitting on the House Leader’s Chair, still looking more like a throne than a chair. It’s high backing and seat, with a leather cushion and wooden sculptures on each end—one of an Eastern Dragon and the other of a Phoenix, both looking about to rise from the back. The arms are carved, connecting each animal using its tail. The legs were cut in the likeness of the legs of the two animals. If it weren’t for this chair, his life would have been more mundane than what it is today, and he would be none the wiser of a world of cultivation within this world.

She closed the door. The click was small. It still sounded like something being locked. Now I was alone in my office, sitting in a chair too large and too comfortable for a woman currently considering a list of people she wanted to destroy legally. I had chosen the chair myself two years ago after spending three weeks in a designer chair that looked beautiful but made my spine want to sue. The leather was dark cognac, tall, wide, with a backrest that made me look like the CEO of an interiors magazine, not the mother of a four-year-old who had just accused chicken soup of being propaganda.

Lexi had to admit though, she missed the smell of books here that Bartholomew's office smelled richly of. "We had people working on it from the first few days that we arrived here. I've only just started using it though because honestly…the chairs are much comfier here than the ones in our bedroom." Ann smirked as she carefully sat in one of the overlarge chairs that seemed to welcome her in the cushioning's loving embrace. An chuckled at LExi's face as she sank into the chair next to her with a groan of pleasure. "You're right. These are heavenly. I want my own now." She said with a pointed look at both Allen and Greyson, "I'm sure you two can rustle up a couple of chairs for us all."

I dropped my head to the book with a groan. “I don’t think the librarians would approve of your bookmark,” Rivyn commented mildly. He sat on the opposite side of the table, the heavy tome open before him and propped up on a stand. He leaned back on the chair, his ankle resting on his knee, seeming at complete ease on the uncomfortable wooden chairs.

"Grandma often complains of back pain if she sits for too long. So, I bought this specially designed item! Grandma won't have back pain anymore!" Arriving in front of Susan, Louis wiped his sweat. "Come on, Grandma. Open it!" Susan opened the package enthusiastically. As soon as she found a sturdy rocking chair, she let out a sigh of emotion. "This is a very beautiful chair, Louis." "And it's comfortable too. You can sit here every time you read a book or knits," Louis smiled broadly.

Maybe our connection wasn’t meant to be, so no matter how we were brought together we still didn’t end up together. A few moments later, I’d found the books I wanted to buy. I placed them in my arms, then walked over to Kevin, who was sitting on the reading sofa. This bookstore has a tiny reading room with only two reading sofas separated by a small round table. A reading lamp stands beside each sofa. On the table sits a small flowerpot serving as decoration. The reading room floor is carpeted, and next to my sofa are two vending machines.