Wide White Bookshelf Novels & Stories

It’s obviously a room inside a room. I close the door and once again travel my eyes around. The whole room is using white and brown/wood colors. There is even a gold chandelier hanging in the living room area. Aside from it, there is a portion of the living room where a tall and huge shelf of books is located. There is also a sofa seat beside it as if that part of the room is dedicated to reading. The whole place looks calm and peaceful. My eyes darted on the big picture frame hanging on the wall. My brows furrowed and quickly went near it.

The room was silent, towering shelves filled the room. Tall shelves filled with a variety of books. From thin books to those that are as thick as cardboard, there are also books on the shelf. And those who become the most immortal inhabitants will usually be very rarely touched. The big lamp right in the middle of the building made a bright impression on the room.

Carrying my stolen prize with me, I wandered out of the kitchen and ran my fingers along the custom espresso wood shelving that displayed her books in perfect, flawless lines, accented by heavy 18k brushed gold bookends and matching high-end lighting fixtures. I laughed softly, dropping the empty plate onto a spotless marble side table, before sauntering into her private dressing room to change.

All of these authors contributed to the library's collection. She led him down a carpeted hallway that terminated in a bedroom that was large enough to accommodate her entire apartment as she grinned to herself on the inside. While the bedspread and drapes were a deep crimson red, the walls were a clean and crisp white color. As she strolled about the room, the sound of her footsteps was muted by the carpet, which had to be at least two inches thick. Along the far wall was the largest bed she had ever seen, and on either side of it was a set of nightstands made of dark wood. A television and a large number of DVDs were stored in a matched entertainment cabinet. The fireplace, which had a rai

He pushed the door open and walked in, just like the men had said; Elena had refused to do as he said, she was sitting on his bed with her arms folded. It was a very large bedroom, painted all through in white. There was a bookshelf, a gun holder and a few other items in it. A large single couch and a king-sized bed, their covers were all white in color; perhaps white was his favorite color, and that was understandable. With all the lives he had wasted during his youth, his hands were probably soiled with a lot of blood, so he did be a bit comfortable around white- a reminder that he wasn’t pure!

Amora asked Alex while looking at Alex and his hands looking for the book. "No, mother, I didn't find it" Alex replied while wiping his sweat because he was tired of looking for the book. Until suddenly, Amora saw a book that was on the top shelf. The book was dark purple in color and had white beads that glowed and the only book that gave off a white glow. "Alex, that book looks interesting could you please get me the book?" Amora said while pointing at the shelf where the book was, Alex suddenly looked at the book and nodded to his mother as a sign that he was going to take the book.

At least, my attire had amused Paige. Vince's bedroom was enormous: a four-poster bed with two bedside tables on each side, a broad drawer opposite the bed with an LCD television on it, a huge bookshelf beside the double door closet and a chaise lounge sofa in one corner of the room. The bed had a dark red fabric draped between the posts and a double duvet arranged over the bed. I walked over to the bookshelf and traced my hands over the books—all lined alphabetically. He had every play of Shakespeare's stacked on a separate shelf. I began shuffling through the books.

The French doors separated the room from a panoramic balcony, which overlooked the castle grounds. Behind the sofas was another floor-to-ceiling white book shelf. This guy really likes to read, huh? Along another wall was a floating white shelf, which had numerous whiskey and rum bottles positioned on it alongside several glasses. There were also several paintings on the walls. They were portraits of people, who I presumed were Nate’s family and ancestors. There was an open archway next to the book shelf that lead into Nate’s bedroom. I couldn’t see much from where I was standing except the the bed.

He shook her from his mind and pushed open the doors to the study. The rug-lined room was bigger than B’s above-garage apartment. Floor to ceiling bookshelves dampened any noise B might made in his whiskey search. There didn’t seem to be a single inch of space on any one of the shelves. Books of all colors, textures, and sizes were packed together. In front of the book spines sat hundreds of little treasures–seashells, pocket watches, glass figurines, and carvings of creatures. So many creatures. B let his fingers drift over the book spines: The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. The Odyssey. Brave New World. The Call of the Wild. White Noise. So many stories he’d never read and

Kimberly P. O. V 'It was a big room. It looked like a library. Countless books were there on the shelves , I could not tell what they were about. There were a series of book shelves. The walls of the room were yellow. The wall opposite to me had a big stained glass window portrait made of different colored glasses. It was not clear in my vision but what I could make out of the blurry image was the portrait of a child.