Wide White Bookshelf 소설 & 이야기

I am thirty minutes late though because Theo is being such a workaholic that after the party, he still worked on some documents, before hitting the bed. I push open the door and enter. It is undoubtedly the most massive library I have ever set foot into. Unlike Pitchford and Durian’s library, the wall, ceiling, and bookshelves are all painted white. From the outside, it seems like there are only four floors, but looking down, I am actually on the tenth floor, with the basement still way, way down. There are stairs all around, tables and chairs, private areas, and a dizzying amount of books. Even if I spend a werewolf lifetime here, I won’t be able to finish all of these book collections. My

All of the windows blinds were drawn and pure white silken curtains blocked out the chill night and the half-moon that Ezekiel and his brothers had just managed to escape from. Far to the left of the large room was a small sitting area, on top of a pristine white mat that all sat in front of three book shelves filled to the brim with books, manuscripts and scrolls a few of which sat on the table and floor cracked wide open like the reader had just jumped up and walked away. A small wooden table in front of the chairs sporting a dying candle gave him a quick glimpse of a upside down pipe, and a large brimmed rawhide hat with a giant feather sticking out of it.

Just bleak shadows that made the house as lifeless as its owner. I was about to give up and go back to the bedroom, when a specific room piqued my interest. A dark mahogany desk was pushed up against the wall; with a simple MacBook placed on top of it, along with a neat stack of documents. Judging by the setting, I had stumbled into Xeros' study. There was a bookshelf lining the opposite wall, where rows of business titles, financial strategy, and leadership manuals lined the shelves. But one caught my eye: a pink book, which looked completely out of place.

Diane He continues, arriving at a double door at the other end of the corridor. — My quarters. He pushes them open. The space is even vaster, but slightly darker. The tones shift from white-gray to anthracite gray. The bed is a low platform. An immense wall-to-wall bookshelf is filled with uniformly bound books—law, finance, history texts—arranged by size, creating a hypnotic pattern. A massive mahogany desk sits facing a panoramic window. It's the only room that bears a vague imprint, not of a personality, but of an activity: that of the predator planning.

Pulling the dust covering away from his latest creation, he tossed the cloth to the floor. In front of him stood a large bookshelf. It was about nine feet tall and six feet wide. It had six shelves on it, divided in the middle as it was two different bookcases. He had made it into two pieces to male it easier to transport, but they attached together and formed one large bookshelf. It was dark wood and it had ornate hand carved modling around the frame.

There were only the desk, the couch, and the bookshelf with only three colors, which were black, white, and gray. Nearly half of the books on the row of the bookshelf were Yostrainian, while the remaining half were almost professional books. There were a few other books occasionally interspersed in between, and they were like the Four Great Classical Novels and the Twenty-Four Histories. There was not even a novel for entertainment.

But it was the study at the end of the hall that caught her attention. Bianca stepped inside, her eyes immediately drawn to the bookshelves lining the walls. The spines of countless books faced her, their titles neat and orderly. She traced her fingers along the rows: military tactics, the politics of power. Advanced technologies. She frowned, pulling a book off the shelf. Its leather cover was worn. The pages filled with dense diagrams and meticulous notes. Why would a businessman need this? She whispered. Flipping through the pages, who are you really, Theo, she murmured.

Veronyka's voice was getting louder and louder each second that passed. Closing the door behind him, I circle my eyes aroung the room. Its style looked modern and aesthetic with the white painted walls and mahogany brown planks on the floor that certainly helped improve the ambiance. There was a large king-sized bed at the center, a vanity table at one corner, a big white fur rug on the floor and also a long, white couch positioned beside a tall bookshelf. I darted my eyes to the large volume of books filling that shelf which instantly made my heart flutter at the comfort of reading they were practically screaming to offer in my head. My eyed flickering in excitement.

When I asked the butler, he said there were more than a thousand books in a two-story facility. My hand shuffled the books on one shelf at the left corner of the room and only stopped with a purple light glimmered to a part that evoked my eyes. Since they placed it on the 1st tier of the 10 feet bookshelf, a ladder for someone like me was a must. I grinned when the purple leather book with a gold gilded frame on its sides landed on my hands. They decorated the center with the Daria Empire’s Griffin logo carved from amber, plus the golden clasp added to its vintage aesthetic.

She walked to the library as Alarick directed and opened the door, her eyes widening in amazement at the sight before her. There were rows and rows of bookshelves, filled with books of all sizes and colors. The room was dimly lit, with sunlight filtering in through the windows and casting shadows on the ground. Leanda could feel a sense of peace and tranquility emanating from the room. The library was a sight to behold. The room was spacious with high ceilings and walls lined with towering bookshelves made of rich mahogany. The shelves were filled with countless books of different sizes and colors, each title telling a story waiting to be read.