The Arrangement Booktok Novels & Stories

“You’ll enjoy it. Don’t worry, it is full of diagrams,” She blushes a deep scarlet. “Um, is it like the last book you lent me?” Taking another drink I shake my head. “Of course not. That book was practically for children. This one doesn’t just talk about basic positions, it also discusses more, enlightened arrangements and gives tips for delaying or enhancing…” “I don’t think I’ll need that then,” her eyes are quite wide as the crimson flush spreads from her cheeks to her perky little bosom. It’s adorable how easy she is to embarrass.

For me. "All these books....you have started reading?" I moved towards the bookshelf, looking at the collection in awe, running my fingers over the spines of the books, feeling the texture of the leather and the paper. There were classics, contemporary novels, and even a few non-fiction books that caught my eye. The shelf was beautifully arranged at the corner of the room with books that were arranged, neatly and meticulously. "Uh-huh," He shook his head, coming to stand behind me, "I thought you might like to read sometimes, that's why I arranged this setup."

Every shift at the library was a workout for her since it meant she had to reshelve heavy books. Books were supposed to be arranged in an ascending order based on the numbers taped on their spines for easy location. And despite the weight of the stack that she had to arrange, she held it with an arm while her other hand was busy placing the books back onto the shelves. The last book in the heap had to be placed on the top shelf. So, of course, being the petite girl that she was, she had to use one of the footstools that were normally scattered within the area. She tucked the book under her armpit and craned her neck from side to side in an attempt to find one.

If my name is picked, then I have to be one of the ten girls that lines up for him to inspect, like a prize a child might choose at a carnival or something. And then he'll get to choose any one of us he desires. I brace myself as our pack leader draws straws. Please don't pick me, I think. Please don't pick me! Please don't... Our Alpha draws a name. Mine. I stare at him, confused. He looks back at me, eyes cold and merciless. "Katia, come here,” he says. I feel like I'm in a dream as I walk over to him, my eyes downcast.

I just wanted something to read until he got back. The office was warm, sunlight spilling through the tall windows onto the heavy desk in the center. It smelled faintly of leather and cedar, Aaron’s scent, lingering even in the air. I drifted toward the shelves. The books were arranged in that way only he would bother with: grouped by topic, then by size. My fingers skimmed over spines—business strategy, political biographies, a surprising amount of poetry. I smiled faintly. I plucked a slim hardcover from the third shelf, but as I pulled it free, something shifted. A thick manila folder, wedged sideways behind the books, tipped forward and hit the floor. Papers spilled in a loose fan across

He was staring down at a heavy notebook and he turned it towards me when I came forth. “This is the record of how all the books here are arranged. It’s stored Alphabetically by way of the author in shelves labeled according to Genre.” I didn’t look at the book. I stared instead at him. Initial giddiness aside, I was not a guest here. I was a slave. A low-ranking one at that. Why was I here, so far away from the Harem being shown this incredible library? “Write down any book you wish to borrow down in here. Just make sure you return them to where they need to be once you’re done.”

The entire hall smells of old books and bleach. Row after row of neatly lined books with their spines facing outward, colour-coded with dots, fiction section arranged in alphabetical order. She scanned slowly until her eyes met Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's "Half of a yellow sun". She took it out, and then went behind in search of a place to sit and devour the book.

He said: "Why." She said: "Because she was going to find it anyway and I wanted her to find it in the right context." He was quiet. He said: "What is in the first book." She said: "Everything in the first year." He said: "Including the arrangement." She said: "Yes." He said: "She read about the arrangement." She said: "She is building the model of what we are from the record. She needs the first book to understand the model."

She looked casual as she had expected herself to so she nodded her head in confirmation ready to go. She picked up each book and stuffed them into a canvas bag. With a canvas bag slung over her shoulder, Elaine stepped through the library's grand entrance. The familiar scent of aged pages and polished wood greeted her, invoking a sense of calmness that only a library could offer. As she made her way to the desk, Elaine couldn't help but admire the library's well-organized arrangement. The books were neatly aligned on shelves, grouped by genre and marked with labels indicating their respective categories. Fiction, non-fiction, biographies, and poetry each had their dedicated sections, creatin

You never seem to stop amazing me", he frowned, very confused. "I was bored and I couldn't watch TV so I'm just rearranging the books". "How?". "I feel the cover of the book, I'm arranging them by colors". He looks at the arranged shelf and there, the books were arranged by colors. "How can you feel colors?". "Honestly, I don't know how to explain. I can just do it". "Yeeaaahhh", he looks at her skeptically. "Honestly i think you're pretending to be blind. it's one thing to be able to feel things but it's another to feel with colors".