Adirondack Chairs Nearby の小説・ストーリー

“I actually have no idea where we should eat. I’m just hungry. Those waffles were a long time ago.” He chuckled. “There’s two options. The lodge has great sandwiches and burgers, or there’s a restaurant at the top of the Kicking Horse Chairlift. It’s got amazing views and the food is delicious.” She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. “You know what? Go big or go home. Let’s do the restaurant at the top.” She grinned. “Race you to the lift.” She took off, moving her skis from side to side and using her poles to propel her forward. Nathan stayed back, enjoying watching the swing of her hips. He found her curves alluring. He usually dated waif-like models, but they left him unsatisfied.

With that card, they recognized him as one of Lancaster’s trusted partners, and with such a card he was freely allowed in. Quietly blending into the crowd, Adrian walked to the front, eyeing a particular seat where he would have the best view. The hall was vast and filled with a faintly intoxicating freshness. A red rug was laid across the whole room, and the chairs were crafted from red-colored wood, designed to comfort anyone who sat in them. The arms were raised high enough to let the elbows relax fully. Adrian fixed his eyes on a particular table. Each chair had its own table in front, giving the people a comfortable space and luxury.

She opens her mouth to say something but we get called to get into the Ferris wheel. We get in looking around excitedly. Adira is sitting all the way on the opposite bench. I wish she was sitting closer to me but I don’t want to crowd her and make her feel uncomfortable. It takes a minute or so for us to get settled and for the thing to start moving. I open my back pack and take out a blanket. She looks at me intrigued.

Aaron chuckles. “You like it baby?” Do I like it? How could I not like it? This is the most incredible thing I have ever seen. This is like a personal theater room. There are maybe about ten chairs total. Not like normal chairs that flip down and have the cupholders on them, I am talking like full blown recliners. The screen is humongous, so big you might have to lay down to be able to see the whole thing.

Max insisted. I sat on a patio chair, enjoying the cool breeze that carried the scent of the pine forest. From here, the view was perfect. Mountains with snowy peaks looming in the distance, green valleys sprawling across the landscape, and small cabins scattered across the foothills. The clear blue sky was cloudless, making everything feel like a living painting. Max runs around the terrace, jumping between the wooden chairs and occasionally climbing onto the guardrail to peer further. Pascha stayed nearby, his eyes alert whenever Max got too excited.

They were not fighters. Natasha stopped and my gaze went to her. She found two perfect seats in the middle of the audience to the left. It was a great seat to hide from the event. As I sat, I looked to my right and there I discovered chairs that were in the midst and distant from the separated audience. The chairs were made from gold and were empty. The Luna and the Alpha had not arrived yet. They were the only ones who could run late unlike us. I looked around, hoping that I would see Marcel. I didn't glimpse him, not even once.

Everyone who ever stepped foot here knew who rested there. Papa Dante and Papa Rocco are already waiting—sitting side by side in the old Adirondack chairs, coffee mugs steaming in their hands. They look smaller than they used to—shoulders narrower, hair thinner and completely silver—but when they stand to greet me their arms are still strong enough to lift me clean off the dock in a hug that smells of salt, lemongrass, and the faint machine-oil scent that never quite left Rocco even after all these years.

Damon jumped down out of the passenger seat of the truck, and another man, I heard being called Bill, sitting at the drivers side, turned the truck around and backed up with the rear closest to us. To make offloading it easier. The back was pulled open and what met us were probably a couple hundred of chairs but they looked like a million. Maybe it was tiredness talking, but offloading those seemed like a lot of work. And cleaning them even more. And now that they were here, my suspicions confirmed, the chairs did have cushions, both on the seat and on the back rest. All in a nice cream colour with white lace edges. Yeah, maybe we need more than a day to get all these clean unlike I original

She ended up picking out a couple of chocolate-frosted glazed doughnuts with sprinkles for herself as her parents filled out the rest of the dozen. At home, following a dinner of her mother's famous homemade lasagna, the trio made their way out to the backyard. Hanner built a fire, and they relaxed in white Adirondack chairs arranged around the firepit. In the woods that bordered the lawn, fireflies began to blink in the summer evening air. "It's so peaceful here," Poppy sighed. Jourand nodded. "That it is. We had a mama bear and a couple of cubs wander through here the other day."

Adrian led me to the back of the house where golden garden chairs were decked close to the woods with with a perfect full view of what was happening. My cheeks heated up as I took in the scene before me and I looked down quickly. “Don’t be a prude, Aria,”Adrian guided me to a chair. “This is all natural. Nothing to be embarrassed about.” Natural? Maybe for where he came from. Not for me. Back home, I never saw anything like this. Maybe packs did this sometimes, but I had never been invited to the inner circles. I look up again, noticing a particular couple. A vampire leaned over a girl near the tree line, his lips pressed to her neck as blood dripped down her neck.