Novel & Cerita Booktok Reading Chair

I step outside to find a comfortable reading chair set up, with a stack of books on the small table beside it—all titles I'd mentioned wanting to read, all brought from the Royal Library at Armani's request. I smile at his thoughtfulness and settle into the chair, selecting the top book from the pile. It's a good story, engaging and well-written, but after a few chapters, I find my attention wandering again. I lay the book open across my rounded belly and gaze out at the lake, watching birds swoop and dive over the water.

My reading room. Shelves line every wall, packed with books—some familiar, others new, all neatly arranged. There’s a cozy armchair by the window, soft blankets draped over it. A small table sits nearby with a reading lamp, and in the center of the room is a plush rug that practically invites you to curl up on it with a book. I spin around, looking at Dante with wide eyes, completely speechless. “You kept talking about your books,” he says, grinning as he watches my reaction. “So I thought I’d make sure you have all the books you’ll ever need. Welcome to your reading space.”

It looks more intimate, but the decoration is minimal and beautiful. “It’s beautiful,” I complimented. “Right? You can come here to read anytime you want,” Alpha Damon remarked. He did not even ask me if I knew how to read or not. He sat down on the chair with a long sigh as he turned his head around the room. After standing for a while, indecisive about what I was supposed to do, I sat down on the other chair opposite him. Now that I am taking notes of things, there are only two chairs in here and it’s comfortable for relaxation. I will end up sleeping instead of reading because of how relaxing it is.

Chapter 70 I am now sitting by myself in the living room, and at the same time reading the books from under the table. I was just seriously reading something I didn’t even mind about the surroundings when the chair I was sitting on all of a sudden moved on its own. I was startled knowing that I am just alone in here, but why all of a sudden my chair moved even if I didn’t move it myself personally.

I read each of the spines until I found one that read “Ewonmiams” I plucked the book from the shelf and looked around the room. There was a small desk in the corner with a leather reading chair beside it. I brought the book over to the desk and sat down. I pulled out some of my notes, along with pens and bookmarks. I was ready to get some information. I spent the next few hours reading. The book I selected was interesting.

“They’re going for cozy, but everything is overhead. It flattens the room. They need table lamps, or those low pendant lights over each booth.” I pointed subtly. “And the chairs? They’re too angular. Cozy means curves, stuff that looks like it’s hugging you back.” I caught Tessa’s tiny, satisfied smirk and pretended I didn’t. My voice sounded too natural. Too familiar. Like muscle memory warming up after months of refusing to move. “And that corner?” I said, nodding to the empty nook by the window. “Perfect for a reading seat. Wide chair, knitted throw, maybe a basket of books. People love the illusion of quiet.”

I know who’s organized this. The guy runs through how to charge and operate it, and how to fold it down, and I listen as best as I can while my head spins. When he’s done, I bring the chair inside and take it into the living room. Mum looks up from her crochet and stares at it. “It’s from Kip,” I say, my voice squeaky with emotion. We both know it’ll mean increased freedom for her around the house, and maybe even when we go out, if I can figure a way to get it in and out of the car.

It was my favorite part of the room. It seemed to contain everything from fiction to textbooks to non fiction and biographies. A smooth oak table carved in a semicircle faced the bookshelf directly. I sat behind the table in one of the two comfy brown chairs. My bag sat at my feet and a beautifully reading lamp hung overhead, currently switched off because the light from the floor to ceiling windows was more than sufficient. Micah was running a little late today which was okay I guessed. He was always early afterall.

Kim looked away immediately. "Sorry, the room was arranged by my friend. I will punish him when I go back." The man looked around and landed on a cradle chair not far away. There was no sofa in the private room, and the chair was a sofa. There is a laptop on the chair. Ethan picked up the laptop and sat down gracefully. Then he patted the position beside him and said, "Come here." The shape of this chair is like a half bird's nest, covered with a soft velvet blanket. If you lie on it for a break, you will feel more relaxed, but if two people lie in it, the atmosphere will change.

I had a system in the library: the window seat in the afternoons when the light was right for it, the reading chair by the bookshelves when the light shifted, which happened in the evenings as the sun moved off the garden-facing windows and the room's character changed from the bright afternoon version to the warmer, more enclosed version, the one that felt most like what libraries were supposed to feel like. The reading chair was good. I had established this early. It was old — older than most things in the house, which had clearly been furnished with attention and money but the chair had a different quality, the quality of something kept because it was too right to replace, the leather bro