The Arrangment Book Novels & Stories

While my books were arranged neatly on the table in the room. I stood there for a moment, rooted to the spot, my gaze slowly moving from the stacked shoes by the wall to the closet door that was open a little. I walked toward it on instinct, pulling my hairband and letting my silky blonde hair cascade down my shoulders before my fingers curled around the handle as I pulled it open. My clothes were arranged inside. They weren't just tossed in or hung carelessly, but instead they were arranged properly. Dresses were grouped together, tops were folded on a side, and trousers were hung evenly as though someone had taken their time.

But something had changed within its walls. Or rather… someone had. **** Alex stood behind the counter that morning, carefully arranging a stack of books with a precision that bordered on obsessive. He paused halfway through, tilting his head slightly, adjusting one novel so that its spine aligned perfectly with the others. Then he frowned. Then adjusted it again. “You know,” a voice chimed from behind him, “if those books were any straighter, they’d start judging the rest of us.” Alex didn’t turn immediately, but the corner of his lips twitched.

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.

Nicole's fingers danced across the spines of the books, gently adjusting their positions. She wanted to create an alluring display, one that would capture the attention of passersby. The vibrant covers were like a painter’s palette, and Nicole was the artist, carefully crafting her masterpiece. She stepped back, eyes narrowing as she scrutinized her handiwork. A slight tilt here, a nudge there—she was determined to find the perfect arrangement. The bookstore was her sanctuary, a place where she could lose herself in worlds spun by strangers. But today, she wanted the store itself to feel like one of those worlds: warm, magnetic, impossible to walk past without stepping inside. With a final s

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.

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

said Ambrov, “though as you can see, I am not short on capital Mr. Godwin. But I believe an arrangement between the two of us could be mutually beneficial.” There was always a but. Always words between the lines that were not spoken aloud. Ambrov wasn’t entering this deal because of the money involved. He wanted something else from it. Something else he would no doubt reveal in time. Grayson probably guessed as much. But he was also a man getting desperate. The billionaire probably would have agreed to almost anything to make this deal happen. “I agree. I believe this will be to both our advantages. We both get something we want from this arrangement. I ask that Hugo and his family are not p

A devilish grin spreads across my face, and I feel light as a feather. Crisis averted, wasn't it? Now I can go back to strategising about all the bedroom positions I want the girls to take. I have a couple of them I was planning out for a while this afternoon. Nessa will make things easier as the number becomes odd, but the pleasure coefficient gets us evenly. It's going to be a great fucking night.

This wasn't for show at all. He picked me up in his arms,holding my body against his as he carried me to the couch. His lips never parting mine. Jeremy set me down on the fabric couch,pushing all the couch cushions to the floor. He moved between my legs,his hands spanned out over my body. I could feel him,every inch of him pressed against me rock solid. My Arranged Husband was over me,sucking on the top of my breast like he was Hungry and his Fling for the night was standing at the other side of the room watching us both.

I sighed leaning back. “At least we expressed to Aunty what is going on. She will be clear on Shrishti and will help Nitish.” I added and she nodded smiling. “Anyway, we can’t do anything right now but I think it will be better to meet this Shrishti soon. Maybe she will be understanding and will back off on her own.” She shrugged. “I don’t know! This is an arranged one based on business. I don’t know whether Nitish and Shrishti’s wishes will be allowed.” I pointed out.