روايات وقصص ضمن Room At The Top Book Review

"This is just the first floor, to make it seem like nothing is here for nosy neighbors. The magic is upstairs." Leading me to a secluded staircase, we went upstairs and I soon gasped. The layout was completely open. And it was beautiful. It was well lit from the sun outside and had plants all around the room. There was a wall full of books, from the floor to the ceiling. In one corner had a wall with liquids and a podium with a thick book on it. In the center of the room was a pentagram. Candles littered just about any given platform but it was absolutely amazing.

There are many rooms upstairs but just two weren’t empty and that shows the twin Alphas' rooms. I remember stumbling across their rooms while cleaning earlier but I have no idea who lives where? I ran up the stairs to the 10th room by the right, I only knocked after I did a breathing exercise to calm my nerves. Knock knock— Nothing came. Repeating the process for a minute and there was no reply so I dared to push open the door. Inside the room is a big bookshelf that caught my eye first. The shelf with many books and next is the big king-sized bed. The walls are made of very dark materials that look rather too shiny to be tiled. Nothing in here looks colorful, just a mixture of black and whi

Victor brought up casually as if he were speaking about the weather. I let out a small huff. "No thank you. I was actually already given a reservation for one, so I'm covered." "Are you sure? It's got a nice view of—" "Yes, I'm sure." I cut him off. My room ended up being on the top floor, and it was just as beautiful as I'd imagined it would be. Spacious, lots of modern decor, and storage space for all of my clothing and accessories. Not to mention, the master bedroom had its own balcony that overlooked the clear, blue ocean that seemed to stretch out for miles.

The spacious room was elegantly decorated with sleek, modern furniture and subtle ambient lighting that created a warm and inviting atmosphere. Comfortable, oversized armchairs and plush sofas were arranged in cozy nooks, inviting passengers to relax and unwind. The walls were adorned with an impressive collection of contemporary art, adding a touch of sophistication. There was a buffet and a bar and Neil, who was in awe, offered to grab me something but I just requested a drink. I had packed a bag, and brought out my book titled, SUCCESS, it was truly worth people talking about. I open Chapter two to distract my mind from stressing out.

I also noticed how the books were in four stacks and columns. Everything in the room was pristine without a speck of dust or even a misplaced item. It was almost too perfect, too cold and I found myself wondering again- what drove Nicholas to such extreme order and precision? Is this mere perfect or is this obsession? A particular book on the top shelf caught my eye and I moved toward it, standing on tiptoes to reach it but my fingers barely graded the shelf. I frowned and tried again, stretching higher and when I still couldn't reach it, I let out a huff. I'm not event that short.

"Clean clothes. I think you and I look alike. So the size should fit. But first, you need to go to the bathroom." The small room with the stove in the middle was filled with books that were everywhere. A variety of books adorned the stone walls and the dark red carpet that stretched up to the door. There were also books under the armchairs, under the sofa, and even under the table that stood by the window.

If I was ever going to get around to reading the volumes that were still on the upper shelves, there were two leads I could follow to get to the higher levels. The bookcases themselves had been labeled with the genres they contained, as though they were in an authentic library or bookstore setting. There was a great sitting space in the middle of the room, directly on top of the carpeted area, that was very stunning. We have a couple of armchairs situated across from each other with an oak coffee table in the midst of them, which is enough to accommodate at least six people in one sitting if we ever have visitors around. As

They were already in Headmaster's office. William and the Mr. Cool Secretay, stops their discussion as soon as Zitrey come in, then looked at her like they was expecting her presence for quite a while now. Yui's eyes roamed around the room. The interior is very classy, well suited for a high-class man in 40's, then an ambrosial scent of sandalwood runs through his nose, bringing him a cluster of memories of his childhood. The room is full of majestic bookshelves located at the side, grand books, old and new were arranged by category and in volume, then safely covered in glass, away from some nasty particles and dust.

a mature sexy woman greeted the man respectfully. "Take me to the best room here," the man said to the sexy woman. "This way my lord," the sexy woman replied to the man. The guests followed the sexy woman and as they arrived on the top floor they saw the posh accommodations and concluded they were in the right place as this is worthy to be called the elites section. The room simply reeks of extravagance. "Decent," the man commented on the current space he was in. "What will you have my lord?" the sexy woman asked the man.

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE : His Room ~Zella's POV~ His room was darker than mine. That was the first thing I noticed, CHAPTER TWENTY ONE : His Room ~Zella's POV~ His room was darker than mine. That was the first thing I noticed.The curtains were heavier here, reducing the Paris light outside to thin silver lines at the edges. the room felt lived in instead of temporary.. A book on the nightstand. A watch on the dresser. The particular stillness of a space that belonged to someone.