Evolve Bookshelf の小説・ストーリー

I look up at the towering shelves of books that surround me. The shelves have to be organized, I just need to find out how. Removing a book from the shelf closest to me, I read the title, 'Tales from World War II'. I replace the book and pull out another one from further down the shelf. This one is titled 'The History of the Roman Empire'. I must be in the history section. Exiting the row of shelves I was in, I enter a different row of shelves to my right. Seeing titles like 'Minerals and Gemstones' and 'Animals of the Sahara', I knew I was in the science section.

I wasn't feeling sleepy, so I wandered around the house. First was the laundry room, then a room but it was locked, and third was a library. It was huge and spacious. Celling-to-floor shelves lined the room, with books filling it. It was a lot and Evan didn't look like someone who enjoys reading books. I wondered if this library was for the alpha. The smell of old books and woods filled the air. The place was cold, I think that was due to the large windows at the three corners of the room. I glide my fingers across the spine of the books as my eyes follow the action looking for an eye-catching book. I had gotten to the second shelf before I realized that the book was arranged according to ho

On the side of it was a USB port. Vivian did not go to the study immediately, and she hid the small device instead. Then, she took a book and went to read it by the bay window as usual. After her lunch, she lay on the bed for a while, then took the book that she had read back into the study. She remembered the buttons on the bookshelf very well. After pressing the buttons according to order, the bookshelf shrunk into the wall and split into two, revealing a narrow metal door and the embedded safe deposit box next to it.

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.

As he moved to the first floor, he noticed another similar lobby area, which was way more larger than the upper lobby area. There were several couches in one circular area, while a wooden fireplace was situated in the other corner. A gigantic bookshelf, with several books was placed in the other corner. Suddenly, the bookshelf caught Troy's attention and he noticed how similar it looked to the bookshelf in Eva's room."Only the colour of wood is different. Looks like, the bookshelf was a part of the royal palace and has been shifted here. Could it be that all this furniture belonged to the palace and that is why it is so classy and expensive?" Troy thought to himself, studying the luxurious c

I stepped closer to the middle shelf, my soft work shoes making no sound against the black stone floor. I did not just dust the shelves tonight. I reached out my hand, my thick maintenance glove rubbing against the cold iron, and touched the thick spine of an ancient history book about the early northern territories. I gripped the leather and pulled it out slightly, moving it just half an inch forward. It was no longer perfectly aligned with the rest of the row. It stuck out, a tiny flaw in his perfect wall. Then, I walked to the next shelf on the opposite wall. I found a heavy, gold-lettered ledger about ancient pack laws and territorial boundaries. I took it down completely, slid it to the

There was a leather couch in the corner, a bar cart with expensive-looking bottles of whiskey, and a window that overlooked the estate grounds. It was the kind of room that screamed power and control. The kind of room that belonged to a man like Jonathan Hart. I walked over to the bookshelves, running my fingers along the spines. Most of them were business books, biographies of CEOs and politicians, a few on philosophy. Then I noticed something odd. One of the shelves looked… different. Like it didn’t quite sit flush with the wall. I reached out and pressed against it gently. There was a soft click, and the shelf swung inward.

“You realize she’s going to memorize this place by the time she’s five.” “I know,” Evelyn murmured, pride threaded through her voice. On the rug, Eva had already chosen. The book was thick, with a worn blue cover and an illustration of a dragon coiled around a tower. She sat cross - legged, fingers pressing lightly against the embossed scales on the cover before opening it. The illustrations inside were rich — watercolor skies, mountains, and dragons with eyes like jewels. Her small voice read the shapes of the letters aloud, haltingly, not yet forming the full words but tasting their rhythm. She traced the dragon’s curved horns, then its tail, then the tower stones one by one.

Ben leaned and gently slid his arms underneath mine and took Evie into his own. I hobbled sullenly following Ben into his house. The estate was richly furnished with dark reds and antiques. It was dimly lit with lamps, and the stain glass windows gave it an ethereal glow. I imagined we entered through his library. The walls were concealed with countless old paintings and shelves upon shelves of books. I walked slowly by them skimming over the authors there. Many classics but a plethora of books on the occult, angels, demons, and the like. That figures.

My room has both a walk-in closet and a private bathroom so sorting both out is a quick job. Looking over at my bookcase and seeing it empty, I drag the box of books over to it and quickly refill the shelves with my study material and the other books that I have collected over the years. Sometimes after a long day on the yard, I like to curl up with a novel and lose myself for a couple of hours in a good book.