First Book Organization Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was taller than I remembered from classbroad shoulders beneath his tailored black shirt. “Now that we understand each other,” he said, “ this is your first task. My office looks disorganized. You will reorganize every book on those shelves by author, then by publication date. Now, On your knees.” I blinked. “On my…?” “Knees miss,” he repeated calmly. Humiliation burned in my cheeks as I slid off the chair and lowered myself to the hardwood floor. The position made my short black skirt ride up my thighs. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch as I began pulling books down, stacking them carefully.

I can still feel the maids eyeing me, but I didn't mind them anymore to not make them uncomfortable with me. And while looking around the shelf, I noticed something wrong so I went to check the other shelves as well with a creased forehead. I glanced at the maids who were back to doing their jobs and noticed that one of them is arranging the books in the same way. "Excuse me?" They stopped from moving just to face me. I frowned at them. "Why is it that all the books are arranged according to what year it's published instead of by titles?" I looked back at the book beside me. "This one, the Lycans History from the Vampires invasion, is two books away from book two of this title. Why is that?"

I walk around the stacks. There are a ton of witchy looking books and Finn and Randy start going through those, while everyone else starts at different places around the room. I think it’s more shock than anything as I make no move to touch a single thing in here. It all looks like it’s exactly where it’s supposed to be and chaotic minds organization. There are things here that have to be centuries old.

“How can you understand this in just one look? Are you a librarian before?” “No.” “What do these lines mean? And before and after?” “Aren’t you an Owusu? Harbin says you have a massive collection of books.” “I’m not so fond of books, and besides we have someone who takes care of the organizing.” I roll my eyes. “At least you are willing to help.” I move closer to him and point at the lines. “This is the subject, the author’s last name and date of publication.” “Then?” he asks. And in great lengths, I start to explain how to do the organization. I even gave him examples so it will be easier. Once I am done, I look up at him, instead of the instructions, he is staring at my face.

Heather's POV: Flashback: a few weeks ago... When I first arrived at the Library of Alphas, I was astonished by the vast and many books. Our history was long and prosperous, though it wasn't without its wars. From what I've read, we have been plagued by greed and superiority complexs that spands generations. As much as I simply wanted to enjoy the wealth of centuries of past lives that came before me, it was only one life I was in search for. I scoured the entire library, looking for the earliest accounts. Considering Cimone was around the time the first King of our people was throned, I'm sure there wouldn't really be any knowledge before that time, if any, very limited. In the Chosen's lib

Lena woke up the morning after a little earlier than usual. The sun was just rising itself above the horizon, casting long shadows on the empty street. The bookstore in early morning light seemed to be otherworldly — serene, serene, like a cathedral. She liked it best at this hour. No customers yet, no distractions. Just her, the scent of paper and ink, and the gentle thrum of old stories ready to be read aloud again. She pushed the front door open and stepped inside, savoring the creak of wood beneath her boots.

I was certain I would find mine before him, though, because it looked like I was on the right track to finding it. There was a problem with this particular library, though. This library didn't have its books arranged in the proper order. The books were arranged haphazardly, with no care for order or easy location. Most libraries either had their books arranged in alphabetical order or according to author's names or according to the genres but this particular one didn't have any of that. Everything was joined together with everything and it made finding a book so difficult. I wonder why the Alpha had it like that, though.

I say blandly as I stare at him, my brain scrambling for things to say as Mercer leans one shoulder lightly against the counter watching me wander through the space like he’s enjoying the sight more than he should. “What exactly were you expecting?”He asks. “I don’t know, Something aggressively masculine? Maybe a giant TV playing ESPN twenty four seven.”I say laughing as I admit honestly. “That sounds awful.”He says cheekily. “It really does.”I whisper as I move toward the bookshelf next, curiosity immediately winning over my self-preservation instincts. And the thing is the books are actually organized, not just randomly either which means they weren’t placed there for decoration. There are

I had a day off only on Sunday. I got used to being at my workplace a half-hour before my work hour began. I wanted to organize everything before the first visitor came. Like now, I tidied the books in the politics section. Then I picked some books from the visitors’ tables. I sorted them according to the book sections and placed them in the cart. Later, I pushed the cart and put each book back on its shelf.

"I know, I know. I've done my share of book organising during detention. I'm really sorry about that. Here, just let me help you pick them all up real quick—" "Stop! Just stop moving right now, you're only making it worse! Those books are organized by the—" He finished for her, "The Dewey Decimal System, yup. You got it ma'am." I risked one quick glance over my shoulder and saw that Jace had managed to knock over a massive cart stacked high with returned books that Mr. Patterson had clearly spent hours carefully organizing. They'd scattered absolutely everywhere across the floor, creating a chaotic barrier of scattered hardcovers and paperbacks between Mrs. Sinclair and the escape route I wa