Butterfly Book Shelf Novels & Stories

I like to lock up as soon as I get in, so if you don't want to get lock outside, you'd better be in the house before the curfew. Bonus rule... I would love it if you put things back where you saw them, or try to engage in minimal touching. I love my house arranged and in perfect order. I can't count the number of times I've had to rearrange the remote control. I keep it vertically, five inches away from the edge of the cupboard. Let it be like that after you use it", he said and took his breath before he continued. "I'm going to hold my own end of the bargain, and I suggest that you do so too. If you could just sign atop the line where your name is written, and I sign mine too-"

When I asked the butler, he said there were more than a thousand books in a two-story facility. My hand shuffled the books on one shelf at the left corner of the room and only stopped with a purple light glimmered to a part that evoked my eyes. Since they placed it on the 1st tier of the 10 feet bookshelf, a ladder for someone like me was a must. I grinned when the purple leather book with a gold gilded frame on its sides landed on my hands. They decorated the center with the Daria Empire’s Griffin logo carved from amber, plus the golden clasp added to its vintage aesthetic.

He shook her from his mind and pushed open the doors to the study. The rug-lined room was bigger than B’s above-garage apartment. Floor to ceiling bookshelves dampened any noise B might made in his whiskey search. There didn’t seem to be a single inch of space on any one of the shelves. Books of all colors, textures, and sizes were packed together. In front of the book spines sat hundreds of little treasures–seashells, pocket watches, glass figurines, and carvings of creatures. So many creatures. B let his fingers drift over the book spines: The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. The Odyssey. Brave New World. The Call of the Wild. White Noise. So many stories he’d never read and

The windows on both floors were tall and arched, taking up most of the wall space and there were iron shutters to cover them in the event of a siege, the basement windows were half circles and also had the same protections. Kinsley looked around the vast shelves and breathed in deeply, a smile on her lips at the smell of books before she wandered down the nearest aisle, running her fingers over the aged spines as she began her research, having most of these books memorized as she had spent most of her life in this building. She grabbed a few books and took them to a corner with her favourite stained glass window. It depicted a dragon the colour of the blazing sun flying over an open field fu

The room was silent, towering shelves filled the room. Tall shelves filled with a variety of books. From thin books to those that are as thick as cardboard, there are also books on the shelf. And those who become the most immortal inhabitants will usually be very rarely touched. The big lamp right in the middle of the building made a bright impression on the room.

As he takes me towards the playroom, a swarm of butterflies flutters in my stomach. He unlocks the door, and its sound raises goosebumps all over my body. I enter inside behind him, and as he switches on the lights, my eyes widen, seeing the things in the room which I have never seen before. There are different types of furniture: a chair with straps and a hole in the middle, a bench, a table, a bondage bed, an X-cross, and a few more. Shelves line the walls, displaying an array of intimidating equipment. “Done looking at the things, Kitten?” He asks, standing in front of me.

That would be a total disaster for him. Then he walked over to the bookshelf on the side, reached up and took out a book. There was a button behind the book. He lifted his index finger and pressed it. The bookshelf slowly moved to the side. When it stopped, he put the book back, walked in, and then the bookshelf slowly moved back. After he walked in, the whole inside suddenly lit up. The decorations were really fancy, and there was a big pearwood box in every spot, each big enough to hold a spirit beast's body. There were ninety-one boxes like that.

I pushed open the doors without answering him. The library was breathtaking. Shelves stretched from floor to ceiling, easily four stories high, connected by spiraling staircases and narrow walkways that seemed to float in midair. Books were everywhere, thousands upon thousands of them, their spines glowing softly with different colored lights. Some books floated freely through the air, occasionally settling into empty spots on the shelves or drifting down to readers at the tables below.

Lucian looked at the Butler and asked. "A delivery man came a while ago and gave them to Mrs. Center. Mrs. Center said there are some books in them. Mrs. Center is making a place in her room to keep the books. When she will finish making that place, she will take the books to her room," The Butler said. "Isn't there a bookshelf in her room?" Lucian asked confusingly. He had strictly ordered the servant to decorate Natalie's room as she wanted. "Of course, Mr. Center, there is a bookshelf in her room but Mrs. Center said she wants to keep these books within her reach. So she is making a small place to keep the books beside her bed," The Butler said.

We came back to the living room and kitchen where he twirled in the space. “Now! Jordy!” Basil snapped his fingers. “The books!” His assistant came forward, pulling out four different books, thick enormous books and basically slammed them down on the kitchen counter. Walking over, I peered at them. Basil came up behind me. “There is a book for bedrooms, kitchen and bathrooms, living room and lounge, and outdoor spaces. Look and show me what jumps out at you.” I nodded. Sitting down, I opened up the bedroom book first. Flipping through the pages, I stopped about the fifteen pages in.