The Arrangement: A Novel Novels & Stories

"At least I would know exactly what I injured myself looking at." I scoffed and faced forward. But I couldn't help but notice my cheeks been warm. I told myself it's the evening air but I knew it wasn't. I stopped when the garden came into view. There was a table at the centre covered in a deep cloth, two chairs dressed in matching fabric facing each other. Flowers had been arranged along the edges, real ones, their colours soft in the fading light. The whole thing was careful and beautiful and nothing at all like what I had been expecting.

“And I'm glad that I'm here. Here to fulfill your needs. I'm glad that I have the power to do it.” I am already in one of those few moments where I am more than emotional, and I am grateful for the things that are happening in the past few days. “Do you want your privacy then?” Cassian asks, tipping my chin and making me look at him. I give him a small nod. Fuck, I want to run my hands through the pages. The books are arranged according to the series, and in order of color. If that is not the most aesthetic thing ever, I do not know what else is going to take over.

I can still feel the maids eyeing me, but I didn't mind them anymore to not make them uncomfortable with me. And while looking around the shelf, I noticed something wrong so I went to check the other shelves as well with a creased forehead. I glanced at the maids who were back to doing their jobs and noticed that one of them is arranging the books in the same way. "Excuse me?" They stopped from moving just to face me. I frowned at them. "Why is it that all the books are arranged according to what year it's published instead of by titles?" I looked back at the book beside me. "This one, the Lycans History from the Vampires invasion, is two books away from book two of this title. Why is that?"

The arrangement is the visible trying. ---

"When you moved your books." "You noticed that." "Three boxes. You arranged them by the order you wanted to return to them, not alphabetically." He paused. "Someone arranging books for easy access is staying." I looked at him. "You read my book arrangement," I said. "It was legible." He held my eyes. "I didn't say anything because I didn't want to make it a moment." "You let it be quiet." "It was a quiet thing." He paused. "The quiet things matter more."

Nelson explained. " It's not your mother right? She won't kill her over what she said that day"Anda stole a quick glance at Nelson. "we are here" Nelson stopped the car and they got off. "Stay behind me" Nelson told her as they entered the empty house. Anda went to the bookcase immediately noticing something was off. "Someone hurriedly put the books here, these ones are arranged by colour but these ones have their pages rumpled and facing, she struggled with her whoever killed her before taking the drugs"Anda said pointing it out.

The books were similar in sizes, and has no unbalanced pattern. "Here!" Nathan shouted. "Shelf No. 21..?!" he frowned. I felt the disappointment in his voice. But why? "Does the arrangements of the Shelves were—" Ella was a bit shocked, covering her mouth. "They were arranged randomly!!" Aaron concluded, and panicked. He rapidly thrown all of the books in his chosen shelf just to find the Encyclopedia! "Oh, here!" Trixie gladly shouted. She was jumping in joy! "Encyclopedia No. 13, right?" she smiled.

"As you can see, Rory has informed me of the deal." Even though it is giving me the creeps, she still smiles her sweetest smile at me. I'd much rather see a scowl or an expression of contempt on her face – Is she a psychopath? “Arrangement?” She questions. "Yeah, I see why you two were together. He never intended to hurt you," the person replied. "I know," she mutters, her grin gradually becoming more serious. "I need to move on. He most likely told you about my family's trouble as well?"

“Bitch, you know what time it is? This better be fucking good.” “Three in the afternoon. And trying to replace me already I see. How’s that working out for you?” Ebony threw back the covers, “Bitch please, I was already number one before you left. What the fuck are you doing here? Uninvited. I’m surprised you dare set foot here again and risk hurting your new uppity bitch reputation.” Amber sighed, “Don’t be like that. I had a good reason. And if you get your ass dressed, I’ll tell you.”

At me, sitting at the table with my coffee going cold and my hands flat on the surface. I looked back at her Alex's hand moved to the back of my chair. He didn't sit down. He stood..... And the room.... Richard's calculated placement, Zara's composed arrival, the wedding that was seven days away and the woman who had been placed inside it like a variable someone wanted to test.... arranged itself into the specific shape of a situation that had been engineered. I looked at the peonies photograph on the table. At everything that was true and everything that was being made complicated