Novel & Cerita Reading Nook Under Staircase

There was not even a single speck of dust on the books lying around or the bookshelves. She sat on the study table and started going through the books placed on the table. There were some novels and Calculus books. She chuckled when she saw his framed photographs on the study table. Later she started looking for the stairs. She did see an elevator but she did not want to use it. She prayed to God that cameras were not installed there. Turning to a corner she did find a narrow viral staircase. She started climbing it slowly avoiding her best from making noise. When the staircase ended she found herself in a spacious living room with a modern cinema effect system. On her left, there was a narr

Together they climbed the staircase and opened the door that lay beyond. It was a small sun-filled room that had been made into a reading nook. Outside the window, you could see the entire estate and the road leading to it. It meant that someone reading up here could see anyone who entered or left the estate. There was a small fireplace on one side of the room, two comfy wingback chairs, and a chaise lounge. There was also a desk. She was silent. The reading nook was like a dream. She wanted to curl up on the chaise lounge and behind her exploration of the library down below. She didn’t want to leave this space for days until her book fever wore off if it ever would.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX I moved the bag while the apartment was still quiet. Not back into the wardrobe. Down the stairs, one careful step at a time, and into the narrow space beneath the staircase where the cleaning things were kept and where nobody had any reason to look. I pushed it far enough back that it sat in shadow, invisible unless you were specifically looking for it. Then I straightened up and smoothed my shirt and went to start dinner preparations because Noé would be home in an hour and I wanted everything ready.

When I got to the top of the stairs, I looked around cautiously and went down the steps. The place where his voice came from was the ajar door of a room opened under the stairwell. A little further down that room was another staircase leading down; Unless you came to this closeness, you wouldn't realize that there is a staircase leading to another part of the house. Edim said come downstairs, but did I have to go into the room and let him know? My hand reached for the doorknob, my fingertips trembled as it touched the handle, and I immediately pulled my hand back.

No one was walking in on me uninvited. My eyes scanned the room for a moment, making sure everything was in place. Then I went to the bookshelf by the wall. My fingers slid over the spine of an old, dusty book before pressing a hidden button behind it. With a low hiss, the floor beneath the shelf began to shift. Slowly, a hidden stairway appeared, leading down into the secret room beneath my bedroom. I smiled. “Home sweet home.” As I stepped down the stairs, the air grew warmer, thicker. Red light filled the underground space, reflecting off the dark velvet walls. The scent of sweat, leather, and expensive cologne wrapped around me like a familiar lover.

They carried silver knives and silver powder strapped to their belts before navigating the building. As they crossed the opposite door, Nico decided to go down the stairs to search for Agatha. He tried to open the door to each floor they descended to, but they were locked from inside, so they had no choice but to continue downward. The staircase was cold and dark. No sound came from up or anywhere else, making their descent eerily quiet. As they reached the bottom level of the building, Nico could hear a faint chatter from some distance. He positioned his ear against the door to better hear the conversation. He grabbed the doorknob and twisted it to the left, and the door unlocked.

She opened it, reading in silence about bonds, instinct and transformations. Then, something broke the silence. A sound, faint at first like a muffled sob. Her heart thudded and she lifted her head from the book. The sound came again, sounding louder from the far end of the library. “Could there be someone else here?” She asked herself. She followed it and at the far corner, the shelves gave way to a hidden narrow staircase leading downwards. The air grew colder as she descended the stairs. Maybe there was a child stuck down there. “Hello, is someone there?”

Accommodating in some ways, but rather stoic and quiet in others. On the second floor, directly across from the staircase, was the library. The stairs were narrow, an inch space between each of them with lamps on the way. She was a bit spooked by the setting, but Abel didn't seem fazed at all. He began walking, asking the maid to stay behind him. She gawked at the library. The shelves were grand and complete. They covered the entirety of the walls, and not a speck of dust was on any one of them.

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.

The last I saw of him was the set of his shoulders as he left the stairwell. Jace watched the empty landing for a beat too long. “He’ll become a problem,” he said. “He’s a problem I can handle later,” I answered. “Right now we move.” We climbed to the second floor and crossed through a quiet reading room toward the rear stack area. The space was half empty and full of long sight lines between shelves. Marco checked the windows. My father watched the stair access. Ruth stayed close without getting in the way. The case under my jacket felt heavier with every step. The oldest claim inside it had already pulled three different groups into the same streets. Adding Noah’s sudden reappearance on to