The Arrangement: A Novel Novels & Stories

He walked in, and I wasn’t expecting to see what I saw. “Wow,” I said, shocked. “I know, I was shocked too,” he said. I thought it would be an old library with old books and some spiders crawling everywhere and making disturbing cobwebs, but I wasn’t expecting to see this. It looked like a greenhouse. It was covered with glass and I could see the bright sky from the glass; it was shining so brightly, the clouds a beautiful bright blue. The books were arranged in rows and columns, all neatly arranged with a rolling leader to reach the books that hands couldn’t reach. Then at the side is a table and chair, all neatly arranged.

The clouds above were churning low, like a storm had forgotten how to break. At the bookstore, the front light flickered once when she unlocked the door. Then again when she stepped inside. The air was stale in a way it had never been before, like the whole shop had held its breath while she was gone. Shelves creaked softly behind her as she turned on the desk lamp. She froze. A stack of books near the window was toppled — somehow all collapsed outward in a perfect spiral. No wind. No draft. Just… rearranged. She picked up the top book. Dreams in the Soil. She didn’t remember shelving this. Its leather cover was warm in her hands. Almost too warm. She opened it, just to check for a bookmark

Everything on his desk and cabinets was neatly arranged in strict order. The books in his cabinet were arranged alphabetically from A to Z. There was not a book out of place, except … Larissa suddenly noticed something unusual. There was a book shoved into a corner of his bookshelf that was nearest to his office chair. It was a high school physics textbook, seemingly out of place in Kevan's office. Through the glass, Larissa could see that the physics textbook was very old. Some parts of its spine were worn and the pages were yellowish.

The perfection of the scene was suffocating, but that was why I quickly noticed something out of place. They had a shelf of books here in the living room, and the book seemed to be arranged by colour rather than alphabetically. The colours were also ordered in shades, from darkest to lightest on the shelf. So the dark red book between books of lighter red, stood out like a sore thumb. Looking around only once, I stood up to investigate. When I pulled it out, I saw it was a book on pack history, unsurprisingly. But when I moved to put it back, I noticed the black button tucked behind the neatly arranged spines.

The clouds above were churning low, like a storm had forgotten how to break. At the bookstore, the front light flickered once when she unlocked the door. Then again when she stepped inside. The air was stale in a way it had never been before, like the whole shop had held its breath while she was gone. Shelves creaked softly behind her as she turned on the desk lamp. She froze. A stack of books near the window was toppled — somehow all collapsed outward in a perfect spiral. No wind. No draft. Just… rearranged. She picked up the top book. Dreams in the Soil. She didn't remember shelving this. Its leather cover was warm in her hands. Almost too warm. She opened it, just to check for a bookmark

She spoke the last part of the sentence stealthily. "Kathy! The driver is listening." "Nah, no way girl. He ain't!" We both laughed. After about 30 minutes we arrived at the Carrington Estate. We weren't very late but there were a handful of sumptuous cars and plushy-looking guests already inside and entering the main hall. Kathy put her right arm around my left and we proceeded inside. Huge and pendulous chandeliers of different colours seemed like they were going to fall at any time. And the dresses of the guests, especially the female ones, made us feel like we had a wardrobe malfunction.

ARRANGED MARRIAGE CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE STELLA POV ________________________________________________ Then suddenly the woman who helped me disappeared, I coudnt see her anywhere. I searched and searched but she was nowhere to be found. My heart was thumping loudly , I was scared… so scared being alone in the dark . I was not feeling well and my body was feeling uncomfortable . I dreaded being alone with this painful head condition . " Jeremy …" I called for my love. " Where are you? I don't want to be alone ."

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ANNABELLA'S POV I turned on my side to avoid the sunlight, a low growl slipped out of my mouth as I did so. The sound of running water penetrated through my ears and the distant chirping of the birds which I assumed were dropping from the thick forest. Turners pack was surrounded by a forests Their environment was a PPP for shifters, a perfect peaceful place. The sound of car engines, footsteps and even voices. It was weird how it was possible, Roman's room was on the last floor which was the twenty sixth floor of the building. How so?

But the truth—the arrangement, the control, the tension—was mine alone. ***