Novel & Cerita Booktok Shelf

I scanned the bookcases desperately, checking to see if I knew any of the books and— That's exactly when I noticed the shelves. They had numbering. These shelves were unlike the shelves at normal libraries, these ones had a more elaborate system of rows and columns — making it almost like a grid. Small, little shelves for at least two-three books each. And all these shelves and rows had names. Once I caught a grip of the numbering system of the rows and columns, it took me the blink of an eye to locate the specific little shelf in which my book was. Row A9, column F7. There were 5 thin books stuffed into the tiny compartment of a shelf, so it was rather easy to see what the #3 in the clue st

There was a leather couch in the corner, a bar cart with expensive-looking bottles of whiskey, and a window that overlooked the estate grounds. It was the kind of room that screamed power and control. The kind of room that belonged to a man like Jonathan Hart. I walked over to the bookshelves, running my fingers along the spines. Most of them were business books, biographies of CEOs and politicians, a few on philosophy. Then I noticed something odd. One of the shelves looked… different. Like it didn’t quite sit flush with the wall. I reached out and pressed against it gently. There was a soft click, and the shelf swung inward.

They weren't joking when they said they'll have a word with my boss about my working hours. Instead of dying from embarrassment, I headed toward the book section, I could read while they aren't here. It's probably the last time I'll set foot in this place, my boss is one mean lady, she'll fire me for sure. Looking around the shop was fairly packed today, we weren't extremely busy, but not empty either. I was trying to catch a book from the top shelf, while keeping my short skirt down. I really should ask mommy for longer skirt, even with the high knee socks keeping me warm, I still was at risk of diaper flashing.

Inhaling deeply, my eyes widened as they lowered from the bell, as I smell a familiar scent I’d recognize anywhere. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I stop in my tracks. Shane stops, and when I open my eyes, they lock on something at the end of the room. I lift my chin, and my gaze travels up, up, up the tall bookshelf. Grazing over the beautiful real wood shelving, natural aesthetics, plants, and rows of books. A bookstore. Shane dragged me into a bookstore.

The old man put two cups of tea on the small table in front of Jai, then he took the chair behind the counter and sat across from him. Gilbert was standing behind Jai, looking as if he was checking out the goods. There were actually some books among the shelves, having its own section. So it wasn’t surprising now that the kids call this a bookstore. “Thank you, Shiroe-san.” Jai thanked the man. The old man, Shiroe, waved his hand dismissively. “Ah. Apology… There’s not much in here.”

The whole of what the morning had been given. "Those three stay empty unless the page fills them itself," I said. "The book on that flap is called the coal-and-cart book. That is the name of the shelf it sits on. It will not answer any of the three, and if I let it try, I will have proved a cart out of a label." "A book title is not a load," Mara said. "Put that at the top of your sheet, not the bottom. You will want it earlier than you think."

It was everlasting smell of good books. The bookshelves are so tall that ladders are even present in every corners. Also shelves that seems to stick on the walls, they are much taller than the shelves at the center. Everything seems to arrange per catalogue, I could see some of it just by standing here. Also there’s a lot tables, long and double ones. From the left I could also see some things that looks like a crystal ball, maps, and are that breakers? There’s also some flask, droppers, and test tubes!

The arrangement has gotten better and the bookshelf shined at last in the storage room. “You got this childhood anthology too?” Essi recognized the intricate details of the book cover and it was something thoroughly handmade. Although Essi already read the contents of that familiar book, she wanted to read it again. “Can I borrow it?” “Of course!” Oneil volunteers to get the book that is on the top shelf. The book is placed horizontally. Since the ladder is limited, Oneil cannot clearly see what else was underneath the book. He tried to carefully pull it out. But a brown envelope flew out from the shelf right in time of getting the special book.

“Okay, let’s begin.” She went to the first shelf behind the table, her fingers ran along the thick and dusty books, it seemed like they had not been moved for ages, and she also noticed that the books on this shelf were sorted by color, except for one which was misplaced. She reached for it above her head and pulled it out, the book was heavy but it seemed like it was just the book she was supposed to find. It was a book bound in hard blue covers and etched along the spine in gold letters was the word; “Khione.”

The smells that filled my nose were heavenly all these old paper pages packed in the room permeated of leather and ink hints of oak lingered from the massive wooden shelves. I scanned my eyes above me along the perfectly carved shelving that housed them so many different shades of colors were on the spines none had names probably rubbed off over the years of use. Large solid wood tables with comfortable looking chairs were strategically placed throughout the main open area it was like a whole library was picked up and placed 900ft in the sky. As my eyes surveyed the section of the room I was approaching I could see open books on two of the large tables I watched them in fascination as I pass