Blackstone Surround Table Novels & Stories

"Well, I know it can hold me." Everyone in the room looked at Becca in unison, as she blushed a little. "That table is cedar, it's the reason the room smells so nice. It was gifted to the office by a woodworking firm in Maine. You could put a dozen people on that table and it wouldn't bend an inch." "I'll keep that in mind for NEXT time," Justine interjected, slowly beginning to toy at her clit. "Next time," added Miss Hannah, also seemingly now playing with herself.

"It's for the twins whenever they come here, isn't it?" "I promised to give my children the best, I'm only fulfilling my promise. There's more to come though. Come with me." He takes her towards a glass office at the end of the hall, right after a well equipped secretary table. He pushes open the door and they go inside together. There is a medium large thick and polished to shining wood table in the middle. "It's made of Oak. Very very reliable." "I trust you, I didn't even need to ask." She mutters right back as she runs her hand over the table. She runs her hand over the leader swivel chair that compliments it as well. "What's this bulge here?"

Our guests probably only see shadowy forms. To the right side of the hall sits a magnificent long dining table positioned near the tall windows. Rather than being set for an enormous feast for dozens, it is prepared for a much smaller and more intimate gathering. High-backed chairs covered with fur surround it, while blue flamed candles, metal goblets, pottery, fruit, bread, herbs, and serving dishes make the table look ready to receive someone. That someone has finally arrived.

I sent the video to Blake with a text that read, “We just bought this place. I would love your ideas on what you can do for bedroom and living room furniture. A dining table with chairs too.” I had just put my phone in my purse when it buzzed again. I opened the text, “Wow. That is beautiful. I already have the bedroom furniture.” He sent me a text of a beautiful king-size log headboard and footboard. He also sent a picture of a live-edge coffee table and matching end tables. The coffee table had a large stump as the base. I loved it.

The city slowly gave way to quiet, trees, open land, the kind of darkness that felt intentional, leading me to my fate, The gates finally appeared, tall and iron-forged Beyond them lay the property. Lights glowed softly along a curved driveway, illuminating trimmed hedges, marble steps, and a structure that blended modern glass with old stone. It wasn’t loud luxury. It was pure wealth, the kind that didn’t come clean. “This is… a lot,” I murmured. Rowan’s lips twitched. “Mr. Blackwood doesn’t do ‘halfway.’” Inside, the space opened into a private dining hall. No other tables. No background chatter. Just one long table set for two, candles burning low, crystal reflecting light like secrets.

Everything looks just how I envisioned. The usual full-length tables and benches have been moved to the back of the packhouse and replaced with circular tables. Our pack’s colours are green and black, and I’ve implemented that into tonight’s décor and my outfit. The tables are covered in emerald-green tablecloths, with black plates and black cutlery. The chairs are covered in black satin fabric with emerald-green sashes tied around the back. The centrepieces consist of a single emerald candle surrounded by black roses. I know, black roses are a death omen, but I don’t believe in flower symbology.

They walked directly into a cream coloured sitting room. From the door you can see the 6 seater glass table, dining set and right behind it was the cabinet filled, huge kitchen with a stand alone rectangular marble slab. There was what looked like a big bunch of small, cute, shiny, green leafs in a big, white bowl in the center of the slab. From the number of closed blinds, Ben deduced that there were lots of windows. On his right was a complete set of white chaise sofas with throw pillows of various colors and a purple, three seater, camel back couch that was completely out of place.

She announced happily. "Thanks, Luciana," Stavros said as I followed him. We walked past the staircase, and behind was another spacious living room, with a blue L-shape sofa, and a table lamp. Across, was a dining room that fitted with sets of a dining table. The first, is a square wooden dining table, mated with some white chairs. The table is in a high gloss finished. Another round white painted table, which surrounded with some modern white painted table. This dining room is located in one room with the kitchen.

An old rustic wooden desk was to my left with a very attractive blonde lady who was welcoming the guests behind it. Hundreds of light bulbs, all different shapes and all different heights, fell from the black celling and the walls inside were a marbled design of white, black and various shades of blue. Four large black chesterfield sofas lined the walls to the left and right, complete with tables and chairs if you wanted a more relaxed eating position. In the centre of the room were more rustic old wooden tables and cast-iron chairs with cushioned seats. “Good evening Mr Mulross, what a pleasure it is to see you.” The blonde bombshell at the desk greeted Aiden with a flirtatious grin. Oh, so

It was entirely designed in shades of brown; the Caffe latte style, as I was to discover later. Shades of walnut and bronze blended with each other in such an aesthetic way that I looked about me, wide-eyed. The modern pieces of furniture were also so perfectly aligned with mid-century woodwork, I wanted to stand and gape. The elegant, marble and wood dining table, oval in shape, could easily seat 12 people, I thought, my heart hammering. But St Just was already at the table, drawing out a chair for me and I hurried across. As I sat, my shoulder brushed against his chest and I felt a frisson of …something undefinable. I looked up and saw the way his firm mouth tightened.