Novel & Cerita Light For Books

“I will be there in a short time. Just wait for me.” To be honest, Light was standing in front of me within 15 minutes. “Are you superman?” I ask him with a brow raised. “No! I Am your lawyer but we do some crazy stuff sometimes.” he winks and get inside. With confidence surfing in the air, he hits the reception desk. “I need to book a room,” “Of, course!” the receptionist looked lost at his looks. “Whoa! I chuckle. “But there is a specification in your booking.” he winks at her.

I lifted my phone a little higher, the flashlight catching faint outlines of shelves and books. It looked like… a small library. Seeing this… I had a sudden feeling growing into my chest, so I turned toward the switch and switched on the light. The bulb flickered twice before coming fully on. My lips parted a little. “Wow.” It was small but tidy wooden shelves filled with books, some old files stacked neatly, a small table, I took a few more steps in, my eyes moving over everything. It was strange. It looked like someone had carefully turned it into something else. Something personal.

Just like Nicholas, I couldn't detect any maliciousness, so perhaps they were good at hiding it. Either way, I had a job to do here. The scent of old paper and dust wafted over me in a comforting manner. I smiled to myself, this time taking out my phone and shining the light on the books. This would be more useful than just a flashlight because I could adjust the brightness. I scanned the books, ignoring the ones I saw as irrelevant. I pulled out a couple of them, turning to a few pages to see if they'd be of any use to me before putting them back on the shelf.

Faina Green The mansion’s library was immersed in a cozy twilight. Only the floor lamp beside the Chesterfield sofa lit the space, casting soft shadows over the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. The scent of leather, old paper, and Noah’s woody cologne wrapped around me like a warm embrace.

Inside the bathroom drawer lay a package of sanitary pads that clearly didn’t belong to me. Outside the door, I heard Tamara’s voice on the phone. "Mr. Shepherd," she said sweetly, "I got my period at the hospital, but I can’t find the special brand for younger girls. There’s a pack left in your bathroom. Could you bring it to me?" Henry stepped into the bathroom, only to catch me pulling open the drawer. His gaze flickered with guilt before he quickly walked away.

We rode through the night. The library was dark when we returned. The candles had burned out, and the only light came from the moon through the high windows. Lysander lit them with a flick of his wrist, his movements quick, almost frantic. He pulled books from the shelves—old books, books we had not touched in weeks—and spread them across the table.

“You know what, you are so focus with one thing that you tend to lock yourself out from everything.” “I do not.” Gabriel started walking away, so I stood immediately and followed him with Edith, who still chose my company. “What are you doing here with Gabriel?” She answered me with her signs, keeping him company. I tapped her head telling her that she was doing good. We walked pass shelves after shelves, until we arrived at the far end corner of the library. There was no window for natural lighting in this area, so Gabriel had to lit a candlelight lamp. Five lamps were enough to set the whole corner alight, and I saw now where the other books were.

A whole other world. Towering bookshelves, adorned with delicate elven carvings, reached towards an ornate ceiling filled with light pearls creating an ambiance of mystical allure. The light pearls were also fixed within the thick part of the shelves, emitting a soft, calming glow that made a person comfortable enough to want to spend hours and hours reading. Prince Ron definitely felt like he could live in the library. The only thing that would take him out was food.

Ava Pov The fluorescent lights in the library hummed like a swarm of angry hornets. Every time I tried to focus on my Macroeconomics textbook, the lines blurred into a mess of meaningless ink. My head throbbed. I checked my phone for the tenth time in five minutes. No new messages.

They said in happy unison. "The three little pigs it is then." The shelf was stacked with all kinds of books for kids, yet it was made so easy to locate each one as they were stacked alphabetically. Whoever arranged it must have taken so much time and effort to keep them so, and I had no doubt it was Emma. So I had her to thank for making my job easier. I quickly brought out the book and took a seat next to them. I used the remote control to take out the lights and replace them with the glow-in-the-dark star lamp. Thankfully, the words on the book were in large print, so I did not have to strain my eyes.