Wide White Bookshelf Novels & Stories

He said with a smile. I coughed softly. I got up from the sofa and walked to the bookshelf on my right. The bookshelf was large as the size of the wall and was not made of wood. It was like a bookshelf carved from a wall. The material of the wall was transparent like a stone, jade stone. As soon as I entered, I felt as if I had entered the Crystal Palace. The entire room was dazzling, probably because of the light shown on the wall. I looked at the rows of books shown on the bookshelf and reached out to pick them one by one. They were all boring financial books as well as some management books.

A cream-colored comforter covered the king-sized bed, complemented by a matching white quilt with gold embroidery framing the large windows overlooking the city. To the left, an open bathroom showcased a large walk-in shower next to a marble bathtub. Glass doors on the opposite wall led out to a spacious balcony. On the far right, a walk-in closet resembled a mini boutique. Next to it, a fully stocked bar held a variety of liquor bottles. A tall bookshelf filled with books stood just off to the right. In the center of the room, facing the window, two large chairs stood. One was a high-backed throne, while the other was a simple leather recliner. Small tables flanked each chair. Shelves by th

That would be a total disaster for him. Then he walked over to the bookshelf on the side, reached up and took out a book. There was a button behind the book. He lifted his index finger and pressed it. The bookshelf slowly moved to the side. When it stopped, he put the book back, walked in, and then the bookshelf slowly moved back. After he walked in, the whole inside suddenly lit up. The decorations were really fancy, and there was a big pearwood box in every spot, each big enough to hold a spirit beast's body. There were ninety-one boxes like that.

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Soon I had begun to take every book off the shelf, shaking the pages, just in case, it was in there. An hour passed and I was almost done with the entire bookshelf, but no sign of the damn card. Where the fuck was it? Another few books and I was on the last one, but that card was nowhere to be found. Did it maybe slip under? I placed another book down before looking at the shelf. It was large, made of solid oak. You could see that the bottom shelf was at least five inches off the ground but there was no panel I could take off. Slowly I tried to move the shelf, cursing when I realised it was bolted to the wall.

Somehow after all this time that still managed to catch her off guard. She looked away before the emotion could become too obvious. "Pale yellow " she said softly. Alex smiled. "Pale yellow,” he repeated. He added it to the notes. The bookshelf discussion came next. That conversation lasted twenty minutes. Possibly twenty-five. The bookshelf itself was beautiful. It was oak. It was custom-made. It stretched from floor to ceiling. Lillian loved it immediately. The problem was determining where the lowest shelf should sit. According to one of her parenting books accessibility mattered. Children were more likely to read if books were easy to reach.

I was really panicking at this moment. I heard footsteps coming closer to the door, the footsteps stop at my door and I start to hear the doorknob jiggle. I tried with all my might to get my arms or legs free but they were silver chains every time I struggled against them I felt my skin burn. The doorknob turned and the door started opening my breathing was frantic as I stared at the man coming in the room. he was around six foot none inches black hair piercing blue eyes and white. Not the normal white but the white as if he has never seen the sun in his life. I keep trying to back up on the bed but with my legs chained to the leg posts at the bottom of the bed it was worthless to try.

It gave a cottage feel, there were four beds all on top of a couple of steps facing in semicircle position, all behind two Windows that were in between each nightstand. The sheets were all white with different design pillows on their, a lama, a potion glass, a book, and an gem. Totally my style, I stepped a little more setting my bags down, admiring that there was a whole bookshelf full of books. Tempted to touch them all I restricted myself and put my view on the pixie I went up the steps going to the bed on the far-right watching her unpack I stood there not knowing if I should start unpacking.

There were moments when I had to physically stop myself from leaning my forehead against the cool mahogany of the bookshelves just to keep from screaming into the air. “Susan,” I had said on Wednesday, my voice trembling with a cocktail of suppressed hysteria and disbelief, “could you explain why there is a biography of Betty White tucked away in the ‘Z’ aisle?” She had looked up at me with wide, unblinking eyes, her thumb still hovering over a TikTok scroll that was playing a tinny, repetitive song. “Oh, I thought it was under 'Z' for... Zeal? She had a lot of zeal, right? It just felt right, Miss Alex.”