Novel & Cerita Room At The Top Book Review

For a brief period, I felt pity but it quickly vanished when we stood in front of a door. “Where's this?” I asked and Ryan knocked. “A special room for the women of the royal family.” He replied. I walked in expecting to see someone since he knocked but it was empty. Shelves containing books lined the room and at the far end sat several beautiful sofas. “I will leave you to get comfortable here, the Alpha will need me during the course of the meeting.” As he walked away,I heaved a sigh of relief. My hands brushed over several books and the scent,an old scent from old books filled my nostrils. I picked a book,pride and prejudice then sat close to the window to read.

Allan walked to the room on the right where there was a special room where he put his books and an easy chair facing the window. Allan chose one of his books that was quite thick. A business journal it seemed. Allan began to take a position and started reading, not how long he read for but his eyes refused to close. He anxiously closed the book again. "Oh, yes. Perhaps I could read a light book perhaps? A novel? Let's see, do I have a novel? I don't think so! How about this? Wait a minute...whose book is this? A novel? I don't think so..not mine! Does Eve have one? I'd rather just read this!" Allan picked up the only novel there which was in the far right corner almost covered by Allan's oth

Speaking of rules, now I see why he set rules around here, he has his own so he thinks everyone should do too. Approaching the study room, I opened the door and was welcomed with absolutely no one. I keep the coffee on the table and take a look around the room. It’s very spacious and cast with a dazzling crystal chandelier. At the center of the room is a mahogany desk and plush velvet chairs, fit for royalty. The bookshelves are adorned with leather-bound tomes and novels. The room is adorned with exquisite artwork and paintings and each piece of masterpiece brings out the beauty of the room. Every single thing seemed in place and perfect except for the door by the left. I guess that’s where

"After you, m'lady." "I have so much work to do." She grumbled again as she stepped inside. Shelves lined the walls with categorized books. Each shelf labeled according to the records they contain. Damion flipped on the light to the darkened room. An oriental styled rug spread out across the dark wooden floor. A lounge sofa rested against a curtain closed window with several chairs grouped around a small coffee table. The room wasn't exceptionally big, which was a slight disappointment for her. "This is it?" She asked confused as Damion walked away from her to the other side of the room. "I expected more shelves that were so tall that they disappeared into the ceiling and so many books that

when he told us not to go into that room he must have known what he was saying, and have had a good reason for saying it. 'Surely the sky won't fall about our heads if we DO go in,' said the second Princess. Dragons and such like monsters that would devour us will not be hidden in the room. and how will our father ever find out that we have gone in?' While they were speaking thus, encouraging each other, they had reached the room; the eldest fitted the key into the lock, and snap! the door stood open The three girls entered, and what do you think they saw? the room was quite empty, and without any ornament, but in the middle stood a large table, with a gorgeous cloth, and on it lay a big ope

Standing up straight, I slightly avoided his gaze. The sound of the elevator opening. It turned out that I was thinking about many things in the short time that the elevator ran. I take a deep breath. And then, I lead my way out of the elevator. The room that Bernie booked is the room on the top floor, the view is extremely beautiful, and not everyone with money can book. Bernie coughed lightly, and said: "This is my father's private room when he is here on business!" I opened my eyes wide: “Oh, I thought…”

To each side bookshelves rose separated by palladium windows and columns that curved gracefully under a second floor balcony that ringed and looked down upon the center of the room. A long curved couch dominated the floor in the center, flanked by overstuffed armchairs. Far above, the turret rounded into a glass-paned skylight cupola that gave a stunning view of the grey clouds overhead. Planters trailing ivy and hanging flowers cascaded down from the upper levels, intermingling with the towering shelves filled with leatherbound tomes. Far from the basement records room where I had started, and the pack library where I had conducted previous research, this room was rich, opulent, and lush. I

I said with a bated breath. “I kid you not. I use the place when I am in London for business. It is very convenient. Besides, I would rather die than book a hotel. Too dangerous.” He briefed me, and I tried to figure out what had happened that made him swear off the idea of booking a hotel room. We stopped at the second top floor, and the doors slid open- not to a corridor- but to the most beautiful entryway of the biggest living room I have ever seen in an apartment.

Alone. Maybe there were just five rooms in use, but still. It felt like a ghost mansion with furniture too expensive to be sat on. I passed one room with tall windows and nothing but books, floor to ceiling, and another with what looked like untouched gym equipment. Most likely a storeroom. Eventually, I found myself on the top floor. The same floor he'd told me not to go to the first day I moved in. Naturally, I ignored that now. I wasn't snooping. I was just… curious. It's been a month, and I lived here too. Technically.

“Then what, Ms. Amelia?” The elevator dinged, rescuing me from answering. Our suite was on the top floor, of course. Gold touches all over the room,the King sized bed, of course, was huge, easily fitting four people. The amazing balcony, ugh, everything was such a breath of fresh air away from home. Then there was a knock.