Novel & Cerita The Dusty Bookshelf

Cobwebs and litter of dust spread all over the place. I think it's an underground library, also based on the look, structure, and books placed here. We reached the lowest part of the stairs,, but I feel like I am choking here underground, lacking the oxygen that provides for my needs. “Are—” “Shhh”, I put my finger in my mouth, gesturing him to not speak as we heard footsteps above. They started to raid the whole place searching for us. I tried not to cough from the dust flying, joining the air we breathe. Cobwebs are also hanging in different corners of the room and the books seemed to unopened for so long. I walk in the shelves nearest my standing place, trying to divert my attention. I tr

Dust rose into the air, making me cough. Nothing about the shadows. Nothing about Milandra. Nothing at all. Just endless words about trade, laws, treaties, and royal births. I slammed another book shut. “This is pointless,” I muttered under my breath. My temper snapped. I turned and kicked the lower part of one of the shelves. Hard. The sound echoed like thunder through the empty study. And then—something moved. A soft thud broke the silence. I looked up just in time to see a book fall from the very top shelf. It hit my shoulder before dropping to the floor.

I muttered sarcastically, rubbing the muscle in my back I was sure I had pulled carrying the heavy equipment. I looked around the dusty attic, my eye drawing to the part that wasn’t so dusty. I walked over to the bookshelf that was lined with old books, most of which didn't look like they had been opened in years. But there were three books on the second shelf that were dust-free and looked like they had been read recently. My eyebrows furrowed, remembering the bookshelves in my grandfather’s living room. Why wouldn't he keep books that he was reading downstairs? Feeling particularly nosey, I pulled one of the books down and looked it over.

I looked around, getting a bit discouraged by the size, but Suzie's frail and pale body came to mind. I couldn't give up now. I slipped my hands in my pocket, as I began to walk down the aisle, my eyes flickering through each book. I stopped in front of a particular shelf, and took out a book with a beige coloured cover. The name was engraved at the front of the book in gold, but because of how dusty it looked, I could not make out the words. I opened up the book, and a wave of dust hit my face in an instant. I coughed, waving my hands away to clear the dust that now clouded my vision.

Jared's study has a nine vast bookshelf, astonishing, there are various types of books, and just like the library, there are classified labels. Scarlet walked forward and backward with one hand on her jawline. In any case, it's still not sleep time. She smiled like a little cat and moved one hand to and fro on the bookshelf. Suddenly, a dim brown bookcase on the shelf grabbed her eye. Scarlet brought down the book, her eyes brimming with curiosity. A book without a title. Also no profile, nothing. It looks like a naval force brown shell. Scarlet couldn't move her eyes from the book, the book seemed to have sorcery power, inciting her to get it.

As a matter of fact, if not because of the artificial light coming from crystal pearls that illuminated the area, the place will be dark. Since she was intending on checking all of the books on the shelves, Audrey started picking up the books, section by section. "Nero, help me to look for information at these books." She said as she put a pile of books before her cat. As soon as she put down the books at the table, a cloud of dust raised in the air. 'Cough! Cough! Cough!' Both Audrey and Nero coughed hard as the cloud of dust raised from the books. [Who is the librarian of this place?! They need to be called out! Look at how thick those dust accumulations already are?!!! Are they planning t

I think my slap has reminded her of her place , as she does not move or speak…But , oh how wrong was I. My mind is swamped with different thoughts and ways of punishing – ways to break this sudden spirit of hers. I stand up , her eyes follow my movement. I slowly towards my favorite place in the room. I approach the round cylindered piece of golden wood – a place where my worries float away , and so does my conciseness. A diamond like glinting shine radiates from the expensive bottle. I take hold of it , it’s lines and work is so precise – it is simply beautiful. It’s beauty camouflages the flowing poison inside. A trick…a beautiful trick.

He says, pushing me through the door and into the store. I lead him to the back room where Mrs. B put a bunch of comfortable couches and armchairs as well as lamps for gentle light. Bookshelves line every wall, stacked to capacity with beautiful leather bound books. There's even a bronze, gliding ladder that she doesn't use anymore, but she calls it her pride and joy.

My fingers itched to trace the spines of the books, to pull one from the shelf and lose myself in its pages. Scattered around the room were chairs and small tables, each intricately carved and designed with exquisite detail. But they were covered in dust. Thick layers of it. The wood beneath had dulled, and the once rich fabrics of the chairs had faded into ghostly shades of grey. It was clear that no one had sat in them for years, perhaps even decades. This room, this magnificent space, had been abandoned. I moved deeper into the room, my eyes scanning the shelves, my hands lightly grazing the books. I couldn’t help myself. The temptation was too strong.

I approached the shelf and ran my fingers along the spines, trying to identify the ones that were out of place. As I reached for a book that was slightly askew, I noticed that the dust on its cover had been disturbed. I narrowed my eyes, my mind racing with the possibilities. I had to find out who had done this and why. My instincts told him that there was more to this than just a simple leak of information.