The Arrangment Book Novels & Stories

“I’ve only gotten a bit over halfway through them. But yes, the ones I own I have read at least once, too.” She ran a loving hand lightly across the spines. “I was just admiring the way you organized them. Every other bookstore I’ve been in insists on displaying them in alphabetical order. It’s maddening. Don’t they know there’s a reading sequence involved here?” “I know, right?” Rick exclaimed. “You can’t read book one, then skip ahead to book twenty-three, you won’t know what the hell’s going on.” “Yes! Someone besides me gets it!” she smiled in triumph.

I rushed straight to my room. Once the door was locked, I set the food aside — I’d eat standing if I had to — and grabbed the thickest textbook first. It was old and heavy, the pages slightly yellowed at the edges. Finally. Real studying. Something that felt like me instead of this endless waiting game. I flipped to the first page, but a photograph slipped out and fell on the floor. I knelt and picked it up. My fingers trembled as I turned it over. Three people.

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.

Brianna listened to that carefully, and her facial expressions made clear what she was thinking about all of that. "I don't even know what to say, Chloe." Brianna was shocked. "Victor is a jerk! He always was. Mr. Bailey hates him deeply, and now I can see why." Staring at that brown-haired woman with sad eyes, Brianna continued: "I'm sorry. I know this is not what you thought it would be. I mean this relationship. Actually this is not a relationship but an arrangement, and that's why I should tell you to be careful." Chloe lifted her eyes to glance at her friend, trying to understand what her point was. As Brianna didn't complete the sentence, she asked cautiously:

He carefully selected everything here. Aiden assisted by showing me my room. My luggages were brought in and I arranged. I have to order some flowers to be brought in, and also get a florist to take care of my babies at home. After I was done arranging, I took a quick shower and fell asleep. The Next Day

he complains. I get up to go to the small bookcase in our room and I pick out a book called Destiny. "Here." I say, giving him the book and sitting next to him on the bed, facing him. "Destiny. What's it about?" he asks, turning the book over in his hand. "Just read it." I say. "Fine. I will. If that's what you want." he says, putting the book on his nightstand. He turns back to me with a grin.

I asked her if she expected me to pack it and then told her to do the needful. She was really angry and argued with me, but after all was said and done, she had to pack them up grudgingly. I waited for her to finish with the arrangements, and then I told her that I did not like the pattern of arrangement. "But i arranged them alphabetically," she argued. I told her that I preferred it arranged by color. As she was still arguing and insisting, I went over and pushed down all the books over again. "How could you be so cruel... Is it because you bought breakfast for me or...," as she was still panicking and shouting, I rushed to cover her mouth.

"When you moved your books." "You noticed that." "Three boxes. You arranged them by the order you wanted to return to them, not alphabetically." He paused. "Someone arranging books for easy access is staying." I looked at him. "You read my book arrangement," I said. "It was legible." He held my eyes. "I didn't say anything because I didn't want to make it a moment." "You let it be quiet." "It was a quiet thing." He paused. "The quiet things matter more."

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.

I also want to find old riddle books that Rudra mentioned few days ago to make some questions of my own. We have ten rows in which only seven are filled and I checked six of them already. I have to rearrange them again one day. Maybe today would be fine, I have nothing to do and it has been just a hour since I had breakfast. I go down and change into a simple clothes. I already has sorted out six and just have to move it a bit but first I will check seventh row. The shelves are high but not that much and we also have sturdy ladder. I check the whole seventh and divide them in list of categories. I find the books I was looking for and keep them aside. Then I start rearranging them according t