Novel & Cerita Butterfly Book Shelf

" I paused for a moment, but I was very curious. The White Wings pack’s library was not unlike any library I have seen. The room was filled with shelves that went from the floor to the ceiling, packed tightly with books of all shapes and sizes. Sage guided me through the rows, stopping in front of a specific shelf. Without hesitation, he pulled out a book—and my breath hitched. It was identical to the one I was holding.

We walk down the hall until we reach a set of tall, heavy double doors. She pushes them open and I gasp at the size of the room on the other side. It stretches at least a few thousand square feet, with a thirty-foot ceiling. Books shelves cover most of the room, and all but one of the walls. The wall directly across from us is mostly a massive window with hammocks and small platforms. “Wow, this is amazing,” I breathe out making Angel laugh. “Yeah, everything is organized alphabetically by title,” she says. “I thought it’s supposed to be by the author’s last name?”

The perfection of the scene was suffocating, but that was why I quickly noticed something out of place. They had a shelf of books here in the living room, and the book seemed to be arranged by colour rather than alphabetically. The colours were also ordered in shades, from darkest to lightest on the shelf. So the dark red book between books of lighter red, stood out like a sore thumb. Looking around only once, I stood up to investigate. When I pulled it out, I saw it was a book on pack history, unsurprisingly. But when I moved to put it back, I noticed the black button tucked behind the neatly arranged spines.

And then I saw who it was. “Edith, what is it?” Fatma asked Edith. But she ignored her, and continued clawing the shelf of books on the wall. The thought hit me then. “Move her away.” The three of the girls carried her, and she kept protesting as she wept. I turned to the shelf, and started studying it. It was nothing but a regular furnishing. But I lived in a castle full of secrets, and secrets need a place to hide in. I held the edge of the shelf, and it moved as I pushed it to the side.

Labelling me, with others saying all sorts of terrible things. I took a deep breath and just read my book. The time passed, my hand waving in the air with a butterfly flying all around me and tickling me as it brushed over my skin. I brushed it off now and again but there seemed to be more than one. My head tipped up, looking around me to find so many butterflies all around me. My eyes shot out, standing up with the book shut.

Kathleen questioned, moving away from her. “I’m just a little sick, that’s all.” Rita responded as she walked past Kathleen. “Okay, you are obviously fine now. The shelf won’t move itself. Get to work. I want it close to the door this time.” Kathleen ordered and Rita turned to her wide eyed. “The shelf?” She asked again as Kathleen lowered herself on the couch and folded her legs. “Yes, Richard. You are not deaf.” Rita stared up at the towering shelf above her which was about seven feet tall. Almost all the rows had been stacked with books, documents, writing papers, picture frames and other things. It was almost impossible to move the shelf with everything still on it.

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.

They continued walking in silence until they reached a set of massive double doors carved with intricate designs of wolves and moons and forests. Balfour pushed them open with casual strength, revealing the library. Carter could barely breathe, amazed at the sight of it. It was enormous. Three stories tall with a spiral staircase connecting the levels, floor-to-ceiling shelves packed with thousands upon thousands of books. There were reading nooks tucked into corners, comfortable-looking leather chairs positioned near fireplaces, and tall windows that let in natural light.

Certainty was becoming dangerous. As she reached one of the central aisles, she stopped. A book sat slightly pulled out. Not enough to be obvious. Enough to be intentional. Valerie stared at it. No one in this mansion left things accidentally anymore. She reached for it carefully. The moment her fingers touched the spine, something clicked faintly inside the shelf. Not loud. Not mechanical enough to alarm staff. Just enough to signal alignment. The shelf shifted. Valerie stepped back immediately. A section of the wall slid inward silently, revealing a narrow passage behind it.

Her movements were precise and her focus was sharp. "Where are these going?" she asked. "The shelf." "Which shelf?" "The one by the window." Tasha carried the books to the shelf and arranged them in a neat row. The spines were straight and the colors were coordinated and the sight was satisfying. "That is beautiful," I said. "That is basic." "That is beautiful." Tasha shrugged and her silver eyes were soft. "You need more shelves." "I need more everything." "Same thing." Benita arrived with a tray of tea and a plate of biscuits. Her brown eyes were bright and her smile was warm.