Blackstone Surround Table Novels & Stories

"Oh yes, it is. Thank you so much. Do you like the delicacies before you?" Natasha glanced at the table once more, it was such a great a sight to behold. Apart from the fact that the table was made of the finest mahogany and polished to a high shine, it was also laid with intricate carvings. Delicate china plates were beautifully arranged on the sparkling crystal glass tray. And at the center was a magnificent bouquet of fresh flowers, carefully arranged in a crystal vase.

Blakely complimented with a smug look on her face. To be honest the room was absolutely beautiful. Dominated by gray and black—Nickson's favorite color, the room depicts the real Nickson. The large windows that provide stunning views of Atlanta have gorgeous silver trellises. Blakely had to desperately restrain herself from chuckling in admiration. And the workbench used by Nickson is actually no less stunning. It is a special table. Besides being able to be used to work with documents, the table can be spread out to be converted into a sophisticated architect's desk. There was plenty of drawing equipment that Blakely could see in the large cupboard behind Nickson's desk. All the items were

The dining room was set with a yellow rose and white carnation centerpiece that set in a volcanic ash boat style vase, the place settings consisted of black and gold placemats, with cut crystal drinking glasses, and Misaka plateware. The table was a live-edge wood lodge style table that could seat up to 22 if needed, the chairs were made of black leather and burnt ash. On one side of the room was a currio cabinet full of freshly washed and pressed linens, extra glassware, champagne glasses, and flatware. The other side of the room, that didn’t lead to the kitchen, had floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the well maintained vegtable garden and fruit trees.

My palms were drenched in sweat by the time we'd entered. We passed several tables occupied by men in tailored suits or casual brand name wears and women dripping in diamonds, all of them turning to watch us with curious eyes. But again, Noir seemed oblivious or rather, used to their attention. His focus was entirely on navigating us through the space. We reached the far end of the exclusive club, where a large black leather booth dominated the corner. The table in front of it was a work of art—black marble shot through with veins of gold and red that caught the ambient lighting. It looked like it cost more than most people's cars.

The long table that stood at the center of the room was made of dark, polished wood and had been set with fine china and crystal glasses. The tablecloth was made of the finest linen, and a large arrangement of fresh flowers stood at the center. At the head of the table, sat a large, ornate chair, reserved for the Alpha and Luna of the Pack. The other chairs, placed around the table, were also made of dark wood and had plush velvet cushions.

Betas and ranking wolves seated closer to the center. At the far end of the hall, elevated by three broad steps, stood a raised platform. And on that platform was single long table. With two carved chairs at its center. The Alpha and Luna’s place. My breath caught, just slightly. It wasn’t ostentatious. Blackridge didn’t indulge in gold or excessive ornamentation. The wood was dark oak, polished but unembellished. The chairs high-backed, carved with the Blackridge crest. Commanding. Unapologetic.

A large fifty-five-inch HD tv hung from the wall above large cream-colored leather booth seats and extended sofas just behind them mounted to the floors on both sides of me. They were decorated with silk bronze and gold throw pillows like what you’d see in an upscale house. The tabletops were a matching-colored white granite top the overhead paneling was wooden with white borders with bright over head lights. Just behind me to my right was a small kitchen area with a sleek modern stainless-steel stove and overhead microwave mounted to the wall and a matching white granite countertop where a stainless-steel sink rested in the center.

In the living room, two black Belgian sofas faced each other, white throw pillows randomly littered on them while two white cushion chairs faced each other, black throw pillows on them. The chairs were arranged in a small semi circle with a sliver tempered glass table, fresh black roses adorning it. There was also a small mahogany indoor swing and a rocking chair. A huge black flat screen TV was hooked on the wall, giving the home, a well furnished, vibrant feel. The tiles, my favorite part, were black and white similar to a chess board.

A oakwood table stood in the middle of the room, and on top of it, there's a plate of cold refrigerated black chocolate with fork, and minimal packs of wasabi peas. There's a bottle of rare aged wine, and on that same table, there's a brown coffin.

Trent “All right, we need a dining room set,” I said, my eye catching on a rich mahogany set. I ran my palm over the smooth, glossy surface of a table that sat eight. “That’s a little big, don’t you think?” Khloe commented. I shook my head. “Nope. I plan on hosting lots of get togethers and dinners. I want enough seating for everyone. I’ll get a small table for the kitchen nook, but this is perfect for the dining room.”