Novel & Cerita Invisible Floating Bookshelves

The shelves, which were works of art, crafted from rich mahogany with their surfaces polished to a gleaming shine, were reaching towards the high ceiling that seemed endless in a beautiful arrangement. Ethan suddenly seemed interested in searching for some books that he didn't even know where they were, as Jesse watched him from where he was standing without saying a word. He had offered to help the suddenly curious billionaire find what he was looking for, but he politely rejected the offer and continued to look through the unending lists of books.

The room lit up, and Liana and Isaac had a clear view of the basement. The place was nothing ordinary. It was filled from wall to wall with a series of bookshelves, giving it the appearance of a private library. The shelves were filled with numerous files, and apart from that, the decor of the place was chic and futuristic, thanks to the state-of-the-art gadgets. Standing on the floor that gleamed like glass, Liana and Isaac felt like they were inside a futuristic library. However, they took care not to let any surprise show on their faces.

"... Your bloody game makes no sense." "Unless you play it well." I step on another table, unleash my claws and attack him with it but he dodges. He rushes behind a bookshelf and uses it to block my path when I chase him. He pushes it against me while I hold it with one arm and another on the table behind me for support. The books are sliding and hitting me, and since the shelf was emptied it became lighter, I clawed it into two. These bookshelves are unbearable for humans because of their great weight and height. It's only a toy for Amos.

He didn’t know if they were still inside Z’s psyche plane but the horizon to which the stars were blinking seemed to be the actual night sky. Sipping a cup of tea, the Mistress stared at him before pointing her lips to the couch opposite hers. Though he was tempted to rest, he couldn’t afford to waste any more time, so instead of listening to her, he went closer to the bookshelves. They had with them an accumulation of energy that was rotating gently, forming a small ball. Now and then, Z’s face would pop on it but would disappear as Kleint’s smile lingered. Each shelf has the same ball of energy but differed in the way they rotate. Some moved so fast it was creating a ringing sound as thoug

She snapped her fingers, and they emerged beside the massive bookshelf. “I will give you only five days to master the symbols used to wield water magic, and then I’ll test your ability in another battle.” She clicked her fingers twice, and three thick books emerged. They looked old, and he couldn’t think how he could be able to study those books in just five days. He was not superhuman. Five days was really absurd to learn Aghenum. Was this another kind of sick joke? Fariyah was very inconsiderate. “Thanks,” he mumbled through his silent protest. He held the books levitating in the air.

I walked slowly into his personal study, holding a soft white dusting cloth and a small spray bottle of clean water. The study was a smaller room located just off the main living area, but it felt even colder than the rest of the penthouse. The walls were covered from the polished floor to the high ceiling with massive iron bookshelves. Hundreds of ancient, heavy leather books sat in perfect, straight lines across the metal grids. Every single book was pushed exactly to the very edge of the shelf. Not a single page was out of place. There were no loose papers, no forgotten bookmarks, and no dust. It looked completely untouched, like a room frozen in ice.

If it weren’t for the fact I was not in the mood to be jovial, I might have laughed at her. The room was relatively small, its walls lined with hundreds of books. Most of which look old enough to belong to a museum rather than sitting in Lilith’s private miniature library. The smell of dust and decaying paper tickled my nose. Dust motes swirling around before me dancing in the thin beam of light coming from a small solitary window.

A gap, barely visible, between the shelf and the wall. My breath caught. It was not attached to the wall. The bookshelf was not built in like I had always assumed. It was freestanding. Which meant it could move. I moved to the side, placing my hands on the edge of the shelf. It was heavy, solid wood loaded with books. But as I applied pressure, pushing experimentally, I felt it give way. Just slightly. Just enough to confirm my suspicion. This wasn't just a bookshelf. It was a door.

A window nook is piled with fluffy pillows, a perfect trap for curling up with a book — or just staring out at the ocean, watching the sunlight scatter over the waves and the garden below, imagining a dozen ways to avoid responsibilities. I pull the fake book from the shelf, and a soft click echoes. A panel slides open, revealing a sleek electronic handpad. When I place my hand on it, a soft whir of recognition hums through the mechanism, the faint vibration vibrating up my arm, sending a shiver down my spine. A green light flashes, accompanied by a barely audible thunk, and the lock disengages. It amazes me every time I do it. The bookshelf begins to shift, sliding aside with a groan that s

He said with a smile. I coughed softly. I got up from the sofa and walked to the bookshelf on my right. The bookshelf was large as the size of the wall and was not made of wood. It was like a bookshelf carved from a wall. The material of the wall was transparent like a stone, jade stone. As soon as I entered, I felt as if I had entered the Crystal Palace. The entire room was dazzling, probably because of the light shown on the wall. I looked at the rows of books shown on the bookshelf and reached out to pick them one by one. They were all boring financial books as well as some management books.