Blackstone Surround Table Novels & Stories

All three of them chuckled, causing my heart to quicken at how much I liked that sound. “In a way, yes.” Kingston confirms. Logan and Damien bring me into a room with low lighting and a large black wood pool table with red carpet. The table has intricate design all around it as if the artist spent days, weeks on this specific table. Tiny white dots outline the top of the darkened wood and red pockets sit at the end of all four corners of the rectangular table with a couple more pockets on the side. Kingston returned with a triangle thing in his hands and set it on the table to begin putting balls in the middle of it.

If she needed supernatural allies, they were optimal choices. The dinner with Blackstone took place at the resort's most exclusive restaurant. He'd arranged a private room, ostensibly for confidentiality but clearly for intimidation. Elena arrived precisely on time, wearing a black dress that suggested both elegance and danger. "You're punctual," Blackstone observed, rising politely. "I appreciate precision." "Time is our only truly finite resource. Wasting it seems foolish." Throughout seven courses of exquisite cuisine, Blackstone probed relentlessly. Her background, training, connections…each question designed to uncover vulnerabilities. Elena deflected with practiced ease, turning querie

No one knows how they appear, they simply exist, perfect and immutable, summoned by the will of the universe itself. I stride toward the head of the table, where my chair looms like a dark throne, demanding reverence. It’s massive, not just built for my size but forged as a symbol of dominance and authority. The high back curves upward, stretching toward the vaulted ceiling. Crafted from obsidian wood, its surface gleams faintly, catching the flickering light of the chandeliers. Intricate wolf motifs prowl across the polished surface, snarling faces locked in eternal rage, teeth bared and claws tearing into the arms.

As soon as we walked in the door some people stopped and stared at us. Louise didn’t seem to mind. We just took a step to the side so we weren’t blocking the entrance and look at our surroundings. There where around 15 long cherry tables throughout the room. One of them being placed at the very front and center for the Alpha, Luna, Beta and their families. Each one with delicately crafted high back chairs with Silver Moon pack inscribed on the back. There had be over 70 people in here right now. I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked at Louise.

Though my feet weren’t quite well, I managed to stroll. When the host saw Constantine, he immediately nodded and smiled widely. “Mr. Night, what an honor to see you here!” “Is my table available?” Constantine asked. “Certainly, sir. Please, follow me.” The host showed the way to what Constantine called his table. It was the table in the center. All the tables and chairs in the room are black granite, yet the center table is exceptional since the table and chairs are gold-plated. The host pulled the chair for Constantine while a server came and pulled the chair for me. The server handed over the menu book to Constantine and me. However, he ignored the server. The host moved his chin, signalin

Jay was enjoying a friend’s birthday party and decided to get laid with at least two to three women but his father ruined his plans for tonight. Miranda and Terry are sitting on the lavish sofas in the living room, chatting when David Nashville walks forward, greeting his wife, he shows no expression, “Hello, Miranda.” It is almost dinner time and David Nashville arrives at the dining table, followed by Terry and Miranda. The dinner table is the centerpiece of a well-appointed dining room. It is adorned with an elegant tablecloth, impeccably pressed, and a rustic wooden surface that exudes charm. The table is set with gleaming silverware, polished glasses, and neatly folded napkins, creating

“Trust me.” We stepped into the penthouse. The dining room of the pocket dimension was as impressive as the rest of the apartment. A mahogany table that could comfortably seat twelve, chairs upholstered in wine-colored velvet, a black crystal chandelier hanging over the center like a jewel. The velvet curtains were open, revealing the false window that showed a nonexistent twilight sky. On the table, five sets of silverware gleamed under the golden light. “This is an exaggeration,” I declared. “This is a business dinner.” Mortyss pulled out a chair for me. “Sit down.”

This was the best table in the entire place. “Champagne?” Charles offered as we took our seats at the comfortable lounge table. The table was round and made of reflective glass, while two benches wrapped around it. The seats were velvety and helped insulate from the sound below us so we could hold a conversation. Two bottles of Dom Perignon were waiting for us. I nodded, completely impressed.

Blackthorn was a smaller territory west of the Raven Creek known for its wine. I didn't know much, just the limited information available to me. The meeting went on, and I sat quickly like a decorative piece waiting for when I was needed. The staff moved quietly in the background, refilling drinks and adjusting settings on the table, as if every little detail mattered. And yeah, it did. I glanced around once more, still amazed by how perfect the setup was. High above the world, with the city lights all around us, it felt like we were in our own little world. A place made for power and quiet deals.

Thorny brambles surrounded it on all sides and the pavement was cracked beyond recognition. But that was where the similarities ended. The edges were ringed by scarlet candles melted onto gravestones. A single table stood at its center, covered by black silk. Two stumps stood at each end with tasseled golden pillows, serving as chairs. A tarnished silver tea set shone at the table's center and plates of red china sat at each place, piled high with biscuits and pastries.