The Arrangement Booktok Novels & Stories

She knew the books. She did not know what to expect from the author. The reading was arranged through the publisher. Sera had made the request eighteen months earlier and been told the author did not do many events. She persisted politely twice a year. The third time she received a yes. She spent two weeks preparing. The store was rearranged to fit sixty people, chairs borrowed from the church two blocks down. A small table stood at the front with water and a mic stand, though the mic turned out to be unnecessary.

Aliyah could swear on her life that this was on purpose. It was clearly written on each shelf which genre of books went where, and with the way the books fell it was rational to think that they were previously arranged that way, but just for the sake of punishing her, she was now supposed to arrange them alphabetically, she'd have to take her time sorting the books of the same first alphabet together before proceeding to shelve them.

He could tell from the way she was arranging and fixing things was a sign that she would be leaving soon and was trying to get the place organized by then. ... Chapter edited. Thanks for the support and love, keep showing your love and support for the book by leaving a thumbs up and voting. Love you all

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 knew she could do nothing but agree. When I arrived on the veranda, I found Auden sitting quietly reading a book. There are a few people who are assisting us with moving our things so that Auden does not have to act any longer. I have a lot of important things to ensure and keep safe, which is why I assist them. There are some important papers that cannot be entrusted to other people. We put the boxes down on the sofa in the living area. I'll organize these later when everyone is here. I handed the juice to Kenny and so did I. While drinking I couldn’t take my eyes off the man outside and still quietly reading.

"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.

“ It’s not everyone that is presently close to you that you are to trust. Your enemy is closer than you think “ Mr Baker said and we nodded our heads in understanding. The first time he said I’ll be surprised when I find out who has been the one causing all these problems and now he was saying my enemies were closer to me than I thought. That means Mr. Baker was very sure of what he was saying. “ Our time is almost up. If you must communicate with me, text me through this number. It’s the number I use on my burner phone, it’s safe because a burner phone cannot be tracked and I’ll suggest you get one too “ Mr Baker said and gave me a piece of paper with a phone number written on it.

"But I meant book wise. Why don't you look around and find one you'd like to read?" Liviana frowns, stopping her book ogling and turning to the man to ask, "but what about the shelf? Don't you need help?" He shakes his quick, assuring her that it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. "I'll do it alone," he tells, insisting she look around and see if there were any books she wanted. "Browse, read, relax. I'll take care of the shelf." I'll take care of you, he wanted to say. But he refrains, ignoring those confessing thoughts as he watches her smile.

"Thank you for the affirmation and as for that, no time for it yet, not when you have the council meeting with my father in less than thirty minutes. I would arrange with your steward before leaving." "What about your maid Betty. I have not been seeing her?" Jared frowned, wondering why the princess has to be the one to arrange her schedule "She has been busy this period. I think she is close to marriage and she sees me as just a boss that she refused to tell the details of her man to." Alexa pouted. "Maybe she does not see you as that kind of boss but rather she see you as you are. The kind of girl who does not have patience for that sort of thing." Jared answered and when Alexa shook her h

And that alone answered his question. “Mom.” “What?” “You’re hiding something.” “I am not.” “Whenever you say that, you usually are.” That made her smile because she knew he was right. Elena folded her hands in her lap. “The people I told you about. Evelyn Sinclair and her daughter, Serena. We arranged a dinner already.” Callum stared at her for a moment. “You planned this without asking me?” “I knew you would say no.” “That should have been your first sign not to do it.”