Interstellar Bookshelf Scene Novels & Stories

No. It was a whole room starting from the ground reaching the top ceiling of the third floor. The shelves brimmed with so many books I was afraid if even an one-third of it fell, I'd be buried ten feet under. But of course, they wouldn't, because Hades had every possible safety mechanisms installed. Ladders with firm railings at both sides were set at every corner, and in the middle was the comfiest reading space. Though I preferred the armchair by the fireplace for it created an ambience more magical than velvety sofa beds. Nola and Iris kept me company the other times when I wasn't reading. But they weren't allowed here when Hades came back for it was his time to have me all to himself.

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 quickly shifted his gaze, not wanting to make eye contact. “I.. I remember seeing you read a book about stars the other day at the library.” Oh. So he was paying attention even though he barely looked at me. He even noticed what book I was bringing at that time. “I just thought that maybe you liked stargazing too.” Well, I do love stargazing, but I was holding that book to study for an exam. “Thank you for bringing me here.” It was silent. We were both just appreciating the beauty of the celestial bodies. It was the type of silence that wasn’t awkward. No one was talking, we were both just staring at the sky, but it felt really peaceful and this moment is just too beautiful.

Chapter — The Castle Teaches Aella POV The shelves moved. Not subtly. Entire rows of books slid aside, gliding across the floor with perfect precision until the center of the library stood completely open. Tables rolled back on their own. Chairs tucked themselves neatly against the walls. Floating lights gathered overhead, brightening the cleared space until it felt less like a library and more like a lesson waiting to begin. I remained seated for one stunned heartbeat. Then I stood. “Of course,” I muttered. “Why would anything in my life ever come with normal instructions?”

Inhaling deeply, my eyes widened as they lowered from the bell, as I smell a familiar scent I’d recognize anywhere. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I stop in my tracks. Shane stops, and when I open my eyes, they lock on something at the end of the room. I lift my chin, and my gaze travels up, up, up the tall bookshelf. Grazing over the beautiful real wood shelving, natural aesthetics, plants, and rows of books. A bookstore. Shane dragged me into a bookstore.

Stopping in front of the circle, Jon bends his head and closes his eyes, his body in-tune with the white light coming off from the middle. “I request permission for entry upon the house of Astrid. To seek guidance and knowledge until the true heir releases me” Jon said, his head still bent. The fire turned blue, before rising and billowing out. Suddenly, the room was alight, as if a thousand light bulbs had been lit and someone had painted colour into the rooms. The walls which were once dark and cold, now had three cones of fire each. Two walls coloured gold and two white. Along the left side of the wall, there was a long table with a white cloth with platters of food lining it. Along the r

Maria was making breakfast for herself and Juan, and was just taking plates out of the cupboard when her eyes fogged up. A picture of some unknown man torturing Miguel flashed before her eyes. The presence of washbasins and cubicles made her believe that this was happening in the toilet, probably in the office, because Miguel was wearing the same gray suit he always wore to work. Seeing the pain in his eyes, Maria felt as if it was real. She even felt his feelings and emotions, even though was far away from him. The plates in her hand fell limp to the ground, breaking into tiny pieces.

"There's no turning back now Miller, Cahill and his men are already settled inside!" She nodded and continue to walk forward with Jace supporting her from behind. When they enter the jet, her eyes was distracted with the luxury of the interior of his jet. Surely, Jace knows how to use his money properly. While still her eyes roaming around, a skinny stewardess welcomed them with extra sweetness dripping from her smile and look. Arianne unconsciously grab Jace arms and made sure to put the stewardess in her place. She drag him to where Killian is and he is already sitting with a phone on his hand.

She realized that the question she really wanted to be answered were never meant to be answered at all. She sighed and stood up from the chair and roam around her room that resembles a library. She picked a book from one of the shelves and sat by the window couch. She stared outside. There was a painting covering the view but because of the theme of the painting it feels like she's looking at a realistic view. The painting was a sight of nature with different kinds of trees and a lake in the distance can be spotted. She lowered her gaze in her book and started to read. A couple of hours passed, Seolurrie didn't notice the time because she is so engrossed on her book if not only for her stoma

Paris, France (June 2019) The light flickered ominously overhead, casting a faint orange glow onto the corpse's pale skin as it laid cold and unmoving on the table. The wailing of creatures, both damned and graced, filled the room as they struggled with the chains on their bodies. Some screeched in pain as they touched the locks of their pens. All around, beakers, test tubes, and plastic tubings littered the place, along with books unreadable to humans and angels alike.