Booktok Wall Lean Novels & Stories

Two steps that ran the length of the living area lowered whoever walked down them into a carefully laid out entertainment arrangement. Mounted on the left-hand wall was a flat screen television that I almost took for the actual wall with how huge it was. Facing it was a set of neatly spaced recliners along with a long, curved leather couch that looked like a C. Against the right wall were two monstrous bookshelves lined with leather bound novels all meticulously placed in order of volume and edition—my father was many things but a stupid man he was not. I guess I got my love of reading and learning from him; it definitely wasn't my mother—who was more of a trophy wife than anything now that

I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I just planned to pick out a book that I could read while I wait up for Aleksandr to return. The moment I stepped inside I realized how truly beautiful the library was. There were dark mahogany shelves lining every wall, with a few small nooks with chairs where you could sit and read. Along the east wall I noticed a few small breaks for windows that allowed natural light to seep into the room without risk of damaging the books from too much sun exposure.

In the back of the room a floor to ceiling bookcase cover the whole wall, filled with books, a dream shelf for every book lover. A smirk creeps on my face as I make my way straight to his throne. Plotting down on the chair I fold my legs and rest it on his desk, knowing full well he can see my underwear. Lorenzo gulps as he approach me, with the tray in hand. He keeps his eyes set on the coffee cup balancing on the tray. “Sorry, is this your spot?” I ask flirtatiously.

The spines of the books at the eye level of the intended reader, the colours and the titles making their own visual argument on the north-facing grey of the shelf units that had been specified in the same material as the concrete north wall. Adrian stood in the bones room for a long time. He did not look at the shelves first. He looked at the north wall glass, the way he had looked at it when the glass went in on Thursday in March. Then he looked at the room with the books — the collection arriving, the library becoming what it was for. Then he said: "The books are part of the bones." Daniel looked at him.

says the secretary of Shinzige. When they entered the new chairman's office, Perci noticed that there is a dark walnut bookcase lining the entire left-hand wall. The sofa is leather with a fur rug over the back, and an Indian blanket draped over the arm. The far wall has a large fireplace and mantle dominating the center, with bookshelves lining it on either side. On the mantle, there are two antique clocks and a painting; one is the stary night, spooky feast, and the last supper. There is a television on the shelf to the right. In front of that shelf is an upright cabinet and bench in dark walnut. Hanging on the wall above the cabinet is a picture of the new chairman.

I pressed lightly against one of the books. Nothing. I tried another. Still nothing. “Maybe it’s not the books,” Jacob said. “Then what?” He leaned closer, examining the wood itself. “Back panel,” he murmured. I blinked. “What?” “Sometimes compartments aren’t in the books,” he said. “They’re behind them.” My heart started pounding faster. “Help me,” I said. We began pulling books out carefully. One by one. Stacking them on the floor. The shelf slowly emptied. My hands moved faster now.

It shattered with a deafening crash, raining sharp pieces over the floor. "There has to be something!" I roared, gripping the bookshelf and violently pulling it forward. The massive mahogany unit groaned and tipped, crashing onto the floor in a cloud of dust and scattering hundreds of leather-bound books everywhere. I stood panting over the wreckage. My chest was heaving with hollow breaths. Then, my eyes locked onto the wall where the bookshelf had just been standing. There, built flush into the plaster, was a keypad and the steel dial of a biometric wall safe.

But the space was completely vacant. The room had plain, dark walls, a massive wooden bookshelf lining the left side, and a large mahogany desk to the right, facing the shelves. At the center of the room was a thick, round, deep blue carpet with a single plush black leather sofa resting on it. But the real beauty of it all was located at the far end with a massive glass wall that created a breathtaking view of the dark skyline.

Surviving. The door to the study is reinforced wood with a steel spine. No crest, no ornament. Just a quiet, expensive kind of strength. Elowen unlocks it with a key that looks ordinary and isn’t. Inside, the room breathes out warmth and lamplight. Leather chairs. A wide desk polished to a dark sheen. Shelves lined with books that aren’t for reading—they’re for reference, for rules, for precedents that can be turned into weapons. A map wall, half concealed behind a sliding panel. A decanter set that costs more than most people’s houses.

One moment we were standing in front of the gate, and the next moment we were in a very large room. Vines dotted with colorful flowers crisscrossed the walls. One wall housed six different bookshelves side by side and filled with books. Along the opposite wall was a beautiful marble fireplace that had a couple of oversized chairs in front of it. My eyes were drawn to a canopy bed that looked to be a California King. That would definitely be big enough to have some serious fucking fun on, pun fucking intended. I walked over to a collage wall that had drawings, paintings, and photographs on it. I recognized Caiathus because of how fucking tall he was. Ziyah had pointed out that his height was