Butterfly Book Shelf Novels & Stories

It’s solid navy blue shade matched her pillowcases perfectly. There wasn’t anything hanging on the light lavender walls, but this room in and of itself was airy and calming. A large window took up a great amount of space, right next to Sawyer’s platform positioned bed frame holding everything together. I padded over to open it for some fresh air, when a smallish picture frame propped up on a little round wooden style night stand caught my eye.

She turned her back to face us, flashing a half-smile before she spread her arms to present the one hell of a room we were in. This place was bigger than I thought it was, and there was a pile of unused school furniture like desks and chairs cluttering the one corner. The large, wooden bookshelf placed in the middle of the room separated two sections of it. Some books with worn-out covers were stacked in every shelf, and cobwebs adorned them as if owned by a witch or something. It looked old, and the varnish that was plastered on it was peeling off.

I felt rested and calm now, so I got off the bed and started making my way with Romy to the library. When we get there, it looks like a library from a classic black-and-white movie. The bookshelves were built-ins with thick mahogany columns carved between them. The shelves went from the floor to the ceiling, and there were those moveable ladders to get to the higher shelves. At the end of the library was a large fireplace. On each side was a floor-to-ceiling window with dark green curtains that hung from golden rods. There were four very large chairs that looked like they could double as beds, with plush upholstery. They were positioned in twos, with a small table between them to hold drinks

"Let us start from the open shelves once more." She went back to looking, this time taking her time and being meticulous. She was captivated by a book with a black cover. It was the first book she had come across with such a cover, so she carefully took it out and brushed the dust off of it. “It looked untouched for months.” She opened it and began reading it slowly. "This is the book." Her eyes widened as she attentively read it. "This is the butterfly symbol and Nathan's royal seal," she sighed, relieved that she had finally gotten what she desired.

"Two bedrooms, south-facing balcony. The listing mentioned built-in bookshelves." "Sounds promising." Shantali smiled, picturing their books intermingled on those shelves—her mystery novels alongside his historical biographies, their lives blending together in small, meaningful ways.

I was welcomed by a gushing wind of extraordinary aura from the centre of the room where Dorothy sat legs-crossed — wings outstretched behind her — and her eyes shut. Still baffled by the sight, I slipped in. The aura kept on spinning around her, making her seemingly barricaded from the rest of the world. I quickly cast my eyes around her room and filled them with warmness. Looking back at her, my eyes then caught sight of a big book with the word, “Butterflies”, and a smaller book that said, “Fairies”. Something inside me wanted me to rush right down to it and grab it, still, all I could do was keep watching from where I stood.

He said that it's supposed to be them starting a new life. "Frank, you have to stop, and take a rest. If you don't sleep now you will collapse." "We're almost done, Alex. I'll sleep when we're done." "Brother, please. If she's here right now, she wouldn't want to see you like this. Do you think she'd be happy to see you in the hospital when she comes back?" "I'm fine, Alex. You can relax." Franklin didn't listen to his brother. He kept going until everything he wanted was done. He made the new bedroom fit for a princess. The room was elegantly designed, perfect for a young woman. The connecting room is for their grandson.

Then I start rearranging them according to my list in all ten rows leaving the top shelves empty so the use of ladder could be avoided. I reach the last shelf which is attached to the window side wall. I put them all and think of cleaning the top part when I feel a bit bulged part at the wooden part. I put my hands on it to check and press it. It opens up a bit and I scrap my nails to open it. I try to look but I will loose my balance of I do that. I try to fill around the hole hesitantly in case any mouse has made house there but instead feel a slim book. I try to take it out but it is stuck.

she uttered sternly to the Beta who just nodded and shrugged. The Library was one of the many magnificent spaces in the Tower, simple and portable with a good number of giant shelves standing tall against the walls. Thick drapes shielded the windows from letting in natural light so all we had were the several, lit candles balanced in their candelabras. Flynn slid down beside the door and hugged his knees, resting his head on the wall with his eyes closed while Phyllis jams the Volume of an Alpha’s demeanor on one of the few wooden tables and urges me to come sit on a stool beside it. The witch sat opposite me before I opened the book to the chapter I had been lingering on since earlier.

he said. “Really?” I asked, curiosity lacing my voice. He nodded once. “You’ll see.” I followed him to the library, the scent of old pages and cedar filled the air. To the left, I noticed a new shelf, small, polished, and unlike the grand spiral ones towering around us. My gaze caught on a delicate gold tag at the top: ‘The Juliens.’ My lips curved without meaning to. He set the books down carefully, arranging them as though they were fragile pieces of our story.