Room At The Top Book Review の小説・ストーリー

This was exactly what I needed. There was a library and study, though the shelves had scanty books. That wasn’t a problem. I was going to fill them up in no time and the books Bridget got me were the first additions to my collection. “These are the bedrooms,” Mr. Wright announced as he opened a door on the top floor. It was spacious and clean, slightly smaller than my room at Mr. Wright’s place but still magnificent. It was quite empty but I would furnish it with time.

"You can rest well here and let me know if anything is needed..." Roy told Mayra and she nodded looking at the spacious room. The room had a traditional touch to it having four side poster bed covered with a beautiful white net. The room had minimal furniture but a lot many books on the side and a table to work on. The room didn't have any luxurious touch to it but felt so comfortable that she felt strangely known to the place. "Everything is perfect..." Mayra commented checking out the books that were stored on the shelf.

And then, without a word, he looked away. The library's upper floors were older than the rest of the building. The ceilings bowed inward slightly, as though the books themselves had weight enough to bend the architecture. The windows were narrow, the panes smudged with years of condensation and fingerprints. The lighting was uneven — warmer near the circulation desk, colder and flickering the deeper you went. Noah drifted past a half-lit row of linguistics journals, following no real direction. He had a reading list in his pocket, a summary to write by tomorrow, and two messages from Emrys asking if he was "dead or just decaying beautifully." He ignored all of it.

“Okay, but make it quick.” After defiling the couch in Count Orman’s sitting room we started looking around. There wasn’t much there. We quickly moved up to the next floor. Same deal. It was by far the emptiest castle I had ever come into contact with. Finally we reached the top floor. There was a library there that was different from the rest of the castle. It was bright and full of books and furniture. I slowly walked around the room, surveying it, looking for any kind of clues. I studied the books on the shelves. It reminded me of my library back home. There were so many books on the shelf. Why in the world did he have all of these for?

"Does Story in Rosch have no investors? Or have the investors run away? What a shabby hotel. No one can live here. I've just gone upstairs. There is a strange smell in the room! Change hotel, or change my room to a suite on the top floor!” The receptionist checked the suite on the top floor and said helplessly, "Sorry, madam, the suites on the top floor have been booked for the leading actor, the leading actress, and the directors. Yours is already one of the best rooms." "Don’t lie to me. I know there is still a south-facing suite! That room has the best view. I want that room, and change it right away!" "But that room has been booked." "Who is it booked for?"

The unique quality of the architectural designs and the rooms edifice perfectly suited my taste. It had this dangerous yet charming soul drawing taste to its dark chill vibez. Huge upholstered chairs and tables littered a part of the huge room. Ruby ceiling and dark window frames. What was this enchanting yet dangerous place that had a strong appeal. There was a shelf having different books arranged both horizontally and vertically and I walked towards it. I picked out one of the books and I stared at the name. "Legacy Of Darron Flaherty" I stared at it and raised a brow.

Not when I was so damn close. The room was a masterpiece of elegance and mystique, leaving me utterly enchanted. My gaze was drawn to the far left corner, where a stunning four-poster bed stood, its silver and black accents gleaming in the soft light. Next to the bed, a towering wall of silver spined books stretched up to the vaulted ceiling, their leather-bound covers seeming to shimmer before me. I had no idea how one could have such a large book collection.

Delatorre's room since there are a lot of flower decors around, including the wall. But the whole room was still elegant even though it does have strong feminine touches all over the place. It just took me a couple of hours to tidy it up and I proceed to room number two. Books, books, and books were everywhere. That was the first sight that welcomed me in this room and I'm pretty sure who owned this one, that would be Duke since Miss Portia mentioned that he is the bookworm in the family. I just never expected that he is this kind of bookworm that his room looks like a library. It is not hard for me to clean his room since almost everything is in place. I'm already getting tired and hungry w

Taking a breath, I pushed the door open wider, glanced back to ensure no one was watching, and stepped inside, closing the door softly behind me. The room was steeped in the musty aroma of old paper and leather, a scent that spoke of years, if not centuries, of accumulated knowledge. The interior was unexpectedly breathtaking, with books crowding every shelf, desk, and corner. An upper floor was visible, its railings lined with even more shelves crammed with books. I was amazed by all the books. The room was surrounded by so many books. Staring at them, and the thought of trying to absorb even a fraction of the knowledge stored here was dizzying. How was I supposed to get anything out of thi

"I'll be here for a few days, I'll leave as soon as I find another place to stay at." "Heh, I heard you were kicked out of school." "None of your business." I just ignored her comments and got inside the house. Seeing this place only reminded me of the past I always wished to forget. Every room, every corner… it was all too disturbing for me. After opening the lock on my room, it was just like how I exactly left it. A mess. I shrug it off and started cleaning. I won't bother going outside of my room just to recall all those horrible past I had. I wonder if mom still lets him stay here… though knowing mom, she must've replace him with another man.