The Arrangment Book Novels & Stories

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."

I packed my hair up in a high pony tail, put on little makeup and wore my favourite power heels. I didn't bother with breakfast just coffee, I'm usually not a breakfast kind of person. Just black dark coffee and I'm good to go, the drive to the Alvarado manor was short. I arrived just in time a little after 7, I had been to the manor like a million times the staff know me so I went right in. I packed my car and walked inside before asking Andrew the butler where to find Lucas, the place is huge and I don't know which wing Lucas is staying.

Adaeze arrived an hour before the event began. The room was already set up — chairs arranged in the particular configuration of an intimate gathering rather than a formal one, not rows facing a stage but a loose oval that allowed the people in it to see each other as well as the speaker. There was a table at the front with a microphone and a copy of the book and a glass of water, but the table was positioned not above the chairs but at the same level, part of the oval rather than elevated from it. Someone had understood, in the arrangement of the room, exactly what kind of event this was supposed to be.

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“However, now is not the time to discuss this.” I nodded in understanding before picking up one of the maps to frown when it glowed. The blue glow shimmered and radiated over my arm before the map floated, revealing a path. My heart raced against my ribcage as I noticed that the map only moved when I touched it. The others who were using the maps seemed to have normal paper ones. The River of Justice was written on top of the paper, and staring at it, I couldn’t help but feel like my veins were threatening to pop.

he said sitting next to me. "That's not true"I said hitting him. "Give it back and show me your assignment I'll help you"he said and I got up and walked to my desk and picked up the books. I gave him his book and sat down opening mine. "Let me see I can help you I'm good with numbers"he said and smiled and I returned it. Flashback over. "Riley are you okay?"Xavier asked standing behind me snapping me out of my thoughts and I nodded.

“Aye. And I’ve got a suit in my car.” She took a heavy breath, then let it out in a rush. “What time is the appointment?”

Must be his grandfather. She wandered around the huge place, taking in the countless titles and genres that were collected and stacked neatly. The books are arranged by genres. A whole shelf for a specific genre, and in each shelf, they were arranged by the author’s name in order of the alphabets. The thing that Estelle found interesting is that the first floor is all by human authors. The second floor has books that were all written by supernatural writers. There were three times more books on the second floor than the first.

Thank you for your patience and understanding thus far. Regards, Sophia Anna reads and re-reads the letter many times. At least she knew that that person who had messaged her on Seeking Arrangements had not been Sophia, she wrote much better and was much more articulate. What if this Henry was an ugly Neanderthal of a man? That would explain why a man of his resources would do something like this. But honestly, with his amount of money, looks would be of no consequence to many girls. And of all the girls on Seeking Arrangements, why her?

The book was in the world. She held this. Not as an abstract fact but as a specific physical reality — the object, the pages, the cover that was the particular blue of early morning. In bookshops in cities she’d never visited, arranged by people she’d never meet, spine-out or face-out depending on decisions made at the bookshop level that had nothing to do with her. In the hands of whoever had preordered it, which Margaret had told her was more people than either of them had expected. In transit to the houses and flats and apartments of people who would read it in whatever time and light and configuration they read in.