Booktok Reading Chair Novels & Stories

Below the window is a shelf, not high enough for an adult to use easily, exactly the right height for a person who will eventually be able to reach it and know that it belongs to them. There is a chair beside it. The same kind of reading chair that is in the library. "You built her a library corner," I say. She is going to want to read, Bastien says. She has us as parents. She is going to want to read. I stand in the doorway.

He exclaimed pointing at his nanny who was smiling at us, she bowed to me and I nodded at her, returning the same smile. “Was she now? What book were you reading?” I asked putting him down and taking his hand as he guided me to where he was sitting with her, reading a book with a red cover on it, it was placed on top of a small table which he was sitting in front of on a children’s chair, while Myla seemed to be sitting on the floor beside him, she brought a pillow for me and I smiled nodding at her as Mathew sat on his chair and I sat down on top of the pillow beside him.

So I only nodded. “Thank you.” She bowed her head slightly. “It has been waiting a long time.” That sent another small ache through me. I held the book closer and turned toward one of the quieter sitting areas near the side windows. There were two armchairs there and a low table between them, half tucked away by taller shelves so the space felt a little hidden without being fully closed off. It was the kind of place someone might go to read things they did not want discussed aloud. Perfect. Or it would have been.

Carlos faced her and pointed to the east. "Your Highness, there was a reading corner on that side. Did you perhaps want to go there and sit first? " "Okay!" They walked into the east side of the store and she saw the reading corner that Carlos was talking about. The chairs were made of rattan, and they looked cozy. Minerva sat on the rattan chair. Carlos placed the old book on the rattan table. She thanked him before she opened the book. "Were you that curious about me?"

A leather chair in the center. I started looking through the shelf. Picked out a book, sat on the chair and started reading it. The book is about the history of several countries. I don't know how long I read. There is a mantel in the room, so the room is not cold. I fell asleep halfway through the book.

She swallowed it down like medicine and crossed the table before taking the opposite seat. The chair was reinforced to hold her giant stature better. Thick, reinforced legs. Broader back. Special joints that should hold her weight. Should. It was still small, however. And still creaked under her weight with a long, wooden groan that broke the silence like a reluctant sigh.

The stale air—a mix of musty smells of abandoned books and aged wood—ran out as though it had been seeking freedom, ambushing my nose. Without haste, before Uncle Niall could think of it, let alone do it, I forged ahead and sank into my father’s chair. It wasn’t like a regular black swivel chair found in the office, but a tufted chair, its frame refinished in a black lacquer paint and reupholstered in high-end tufted black leather. The backrest stretched long and an intricate design was carved atop it, making the chair seem like it wore a crown. It didn’t feel like a normal business chair; it felt like a throne.

The room was massive; floor to ceiling shelves, a fireplace with flames dancing inside. Two leather chairs positioned near the windows. Thousands of books, Some looked ancient and others were new. I picked one at random and it was Pride and Prejudice. I curled up in one of the chairs and opened the book. I'd made it through three chapters when I felt that shift in the air that meant Theo was in the room. He stood in the doorway, his green eyes were fixed on me Just... watching. His sleek black hair was loose around his shoulders and he wore a white shirt, sleeves rolled up.

she said, showing me to his office. "Thank you," I said, walking to his office. I saw that he still had the big bookshelf and smiled. I knew he loved reading; I always told him he’s a nerd with all of these books. I walked to his desk and sat down on his huge chair. This must be how a big-shot CEO feels when he sits in this chair, I thought, as I relaxed in the soft chair. I looked at his table and started wondering how many women he had sex with on his desk and chair. My mind suddenly pictured scenes of women giving him a BJ from under the desk.

“But that is not important right now. Are you going to accept the gift or not? My brother is waiting for an answer.” I looked down at what he was holding. The device was unlike anything I had seen before. It was a low chair made of dark metal and carved wood, light but strong. Smooth wheels rested on each side, smaller ones beneath for balance. Handles curved behind the seat. There were soft straps lined with leather to support the waist and legs. It looked carefully made. At first I thought he was offering me something that would make my condition look pitiful. But if I saw someone using this, I would admire the device before any other thought came into my mind. He truly looked like he want