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But I froze in place. Something was…definitely different. My lips parted as I stepped inside the room. The entire left wall was now covered in its entirety by a massive, oak, wall to wall bookshelf. Every single cranny of it, crammed full with…textbooks.

mama says making me squeak with happiness, I'm getting my own room! I try to run upstairs to see but she caught me from behind again, she lifts me up to her hip and walks us slowly upstairs to see my new room. She only let me down, once we're inside a room, it was just next to theirs, I walked in and my mouth fell open, it had a white crib with pink bedding, there was a giant table there too, a rocking chair, a bookshelf filled with random books, and the best part were the toys scattered around, this room is a dream come true.

His taste for buildings and cars to crown it all, his taste for designs are top notch. As we moved deeper into the room, I couldn't help but be drawn to the intricately designed bookshelves that lined on a particular wall. They held a vast collection of literature, ranging from classic times to modern works, a testament to Alpha Galan's intellectual pursuits. I became more interested in Alpha Galan and was intrigued by his love for quality things and also books. My interest in him grew instantly as I stole quick glances at him, my eyes filled with admiration as I felt like touching his masculine face.

Inside was a crowd of people who were also there to take the recruitment test. "Wow, I didn't expect there to be so many people who wish to join the ranks of the Wall guards," said Timothy Black. As they were walking inside, there were a couple of people who stood out. "It seems there are quite a few people here who are somewhat excellent. I can feel their power from here." Timothy said. Pulte then answered, "If they were truly strong, they wouldn't have it out in the open." Timothy was both surprised and amazed by how Pulte answered.

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he states, looking around at my walls “They’re kind of hard to miss, don’t you think?” I tell him with a raised brow The entire wall behind my bed, from top to bottom, was bookshelves built into the wall, and they were overstuffed, same with the wall adjacent to that, where my oversized reading chair sat. “I suppose I wasn’t entirely focused on your taste in interior design the last time I was here,” he teases with a grin. “although I didn’t know you read,” he adds in as we enter the bathing chamber, and I begin to pull out the needed supplies.

Every piece of furniture was an antique made of high-quality timber. Anya did not brag too much, but it was clear from her words that she was showing off. She was not very interested in the antique furniture, and what attracted her attention was the large built-in bookshelf on the west wall of the room. The huge bookshelf was filled with books. 'Who reads these? Is it Maxwell or Phoebe?' Corinne asked Anya politely, "May I go over there and read those books?"

They are all new and ranging from the simple slippers to wear inside to beautiful high heels which I have only seen in movies. There is a huge book shelf at the right wall which is so much huge and there are even books which I had only dreamt to read just a day ago. Then, a huge cupboard filled with some more books and the exotic plants followed by gigantic window with very beautiful wooden designs at the border. I love the color in the window and it is covered with red colored curtain. I don't love the red colored curtain but I am not in the position to hate it or complain about it. The fabric is just so expensive than all the dresses I have.

The wall behind it was off-white and empty. She looked at it for a long time. "It needs something horizontal," she said. "Not one piece. Multiple things on a line." "What things?" She turned to look at me. "The book," she said slowly. "Something from the book." "Thomas's letter," I said. "The opening question." She went still. "Printed and framed," I said. "Simply. On the wall where you write." She looked at the wall. "Did you know what you were leaving behind," she said quietly.