The Arrangement Audiobook Novels & Stories

“If the people find out that the 59-year-old Governor is collecting these kinds of books, they will laugh out loud. Geez.” Tired, Ned looked back at the bookshelf. He was about to put the book back when he noticed the odd arrangement of the comic book. “Two horizontal, three vertical. Why did my father arrange it like this? It’s confusing.” Since they were an arrangement, Ned wanted to try breaking it by putting his book diagonally unlike its original position. However, as soon as he placed it diagonally, there was a loud creak coming from the opening door. Ned’s eyes widened.

He became aware after a moment that his playlist was still going. Something slow had come on. Good timing, honestly. He'd chosen well. "Tomorrow," Audrey said. Not a question. "Tomorrow," Luca confirmed. "I'll need the chip interfaced with a stable rune array," Adrian said. "Give me the morning." "You'll have it," Audrey said. Nobody moved their hands for another thirty seconds. Theo looked at the ceiling, at the warm kitchen light, at the three people he would do anything for sitting around a table covered in takeout containers on the most significant Friday night of all their lives.

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.

I try to pay it no attention, focusing on the contents of my mates office as I begin to explore. I examine the beautiful glasswork decorating his bookshelf elegantly. I notice his books have been organised in alphabetical order as they fill the square compartments while trailing my finger across the shelves wooden edges, reading the titles one by one when Aubrey’s voice begins to screech in the distance. I feel sorry for whoever is in that room having to deal with those ear-shattering cries.

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?

“It is.” “Hey, now.” Akio rubs over his chest, pretending to soothe a broken heart while scrunching up his face at both of us. “That hurts my feelings, I’m an organized person when I want to be.” He gestures to the bottles with the bright pink bendy straw he’d been playing with since we got here. “And your obsession with arrangement and order is unnatural. Man was made messy.” Bibah snorts, shaking her head without looking up from her phone. “And where did you get that philosophy?”

I lift the books enough to cover my mouth to hide my laughter as the two assistants stalk away, muttering to themselves. “Oh, look. You have color again,” Luca teases. I roll my eyes. “Come on, we need to get this done.” Luca follows me to the row of shelves at the far back. To my surprise, he manages to remain quiet for the span of the short walk over. I clear my throat and point toward the first shelf. “Okay, so first things first—this section is for fiction, alphabetized by author’s last name. Simple enough, right?” Luca nods, but his expression is blank, like I’m speaking in ancient Greek.

"Yes, we are." Paris grew tired of sitting by the window, she got up to straighten her feet, after she was through, she went to move her small chair from the window back to where it belonged, quickly she hid surprisingly behind her curtain, seeing a strange black carriage arriving before her house. Her hand slowly moved to her mouth, and she began to bite her nail nervously knowing it was her arranged-to-be husband and his father within the carriage. She stared at the carriage eager to get a glimpse of him. She was anxious to see how he looked. The carriage door opened, and Paris's heart raced in her chest seeing a man in a full navy-blue suit and a matching tie exiting the carriage. He was

The lift stopped on the third floor. Arnav gestured with his hand as he whispered, “After you!” He dug for the keys from his pocket as we moved into a quiet area dragging our trolleys. He opened the door and I was the one to step in first. As soon as the hall was brightly lit, I was awe-struck with the beauty of the place. The color of the walls was sea green. The lush, royal blue carpet perfectly complimented the giant black leather sofas which surrounded a small glass coffee table. A small wooden dining table with four chairs was kept in one corner. Although, it needed cleaning. Arnav’s bachelor life signs were clearly visible by the amount of dirt that was there on that furniture. We fell

I said. "What's on my schedule next?" I inquired. "You have an international conference call scheduled in 30 minutes, sir," he replied. "Miss Clara has already arrived, sir," he informed me, to which I nodded in acknowledgment. Shortly after a gentle knock on the door, Clara entered, where she stood poised in her professional corporate outfit. "You asked for my presence, Mr. Lightwood," she stated. "Drop the act. I've called you here to clarify some matters," I declared, and she nodded in understanding.