Novel & Cerita Rak Buku Di Meja

It sure is messy here. A table with some chairs stood in the center of the room. Some books laid on the surface, scattered all over. I walked over to it and scanned the books. I noticed one particular book laid open. Curiously, I picked it up and scanned the opened page. My eyes widened when I read it.

I said trying to dismiss him. Lumapit ako sa study table at nagsimulang kunin ang mga libro ko. Sumulyap ako sa gilid ko ng makita siya duon. "Ano man ang problema niyong dalawa, sa tingin ko ay kaylangan niyong pag-usap 'yan." Hindi ko siya pinansin. Umupo na ako sa swivel chair at nagsimula ng buklitin ang libro. Kumuha pa ako ng pen at nagkunwari na nagbabasa. Ipinapakita na busy na ako.

"If you want to read the book, you can take it to your room. But please, not here." Thalia's eyes flickered briefly after Lucas drank the milk, but this time, she did not refuse his request. She picked up the cup hurriedly and even left the book she wanted to read behind on the sofa.

It seemed like too much work, and my personality shift may just go overboard, nut I forced myself to step forward. “Hey, can I seat here?” I asked calmly. The man grunted in response, and I made myself comfortable beside him. I took out my books in order, and placed them on the desk. “This isn’t how I wanted to start my morning, Your book is literally kneading me off the table,” a familiar masculine voice grumbled. “I’m really sorry, but if you could adjust a bit, it wouldn’t be too uncomfortable. I work better with my books out on the table,” I explained calmly.

Peeking around the room, I ensure no one is in sight. Climbing onto the chair next to the bookshelf, I run my fingers along the spines of the books. Jessica told me that it would be the one with no writing. Finally, I find it. An old tattered book that has clearly been looked through a thousand times. Standing on my tiptoes, I carefully pull the book off the shelf and slide down onto the chair.

I sit on a chair and place the book on the reading table. "I've always known that you were special but I really don't see why you had to go through so much trouble for this dusty old book when you've got a pile of other good looking books to read." Kayden said and grabbed a chair so he could sit beside me. I dabbed some more dust off the book so I could at least see the title but after all the effort, I found that there was no title. That's strange.

’ Leaning back in his seat once more, he rests his right arm over the back of the chair, a cocky grin on his face. A chuckle moves up my chest, filling the quiet of the library, drawing the attention of Jamari and the four Demons on guard duty at the time being. ‘Good to know you’re good for something mutt.’ A smile pulls up the corners of my lips when Kenji scowls at my words. “If you two are done over there,” Jamari’s voice interrupts our conversation. “There are tons of books that need to get looked through on that table over there.” She points to the table located behind Kenji before turning her attention back to the stack on the table she sits at.

Besides books, there are many other miscellaneous items placed on them. In the middle of the room, there is a set of black leather chairs and a table. Since Ciara used to work at a furniture store, she can tell that they are definitely not cheap. However, the owner of this room does not seem to care much about them, as there are clothes thrown haphazardly all over them, there are also books that have been read and are lying on the ground. The owner of this room is a very messy person.

And the fact that she still blushes even though us breaking the coffee table started with her climbing into my lap. I stayed in the kitchen, putting everything away while Sarael checked Isis. I thought I might get my throat cut when I said I returned the book to Shae. But what else was I supposed to do with it? We weren’t reading it, and Shae is the keeper of the book. With the last bag unloaded, I plopped down on the floor to observe. I usually would sit on the coffee table if the sofa was taken but well can’t do that. And I’m feeling too lazy to bring one of the dining chairs over.

I dropped my head to the book with a groan. “I don’t think the librarians would approve of your bookmark,” Rivyn commented mildly. He sat on the opposite side of the table, the heavy tome open before him and propped up on a stand. He leaned back on the chair, his ankle resting on his knee, seeming at complete ease on the uncomfortable wooden chairs.