Blackstone Surround Table Novels & Stories

Melodias Bluemoon Here I am now sitting beside the woman in black, frowning because she had the audacity to ruin my table top. This mahogany table came from the Southern Kingdom, made by the most skilled craftsman. The Bluemoon crest was carved skillfully in the middle of the table. Now the crest looked like something that came out of a horror movie. “This coffee tastes good.” She said with a smile, as if minutes ago she wasn’t trying to take my life. “Thanks.”

I yelled. We all sat down around the table. Our dining table was not so elegant, but one could tell it was rich. The table was made with one of the most expensive marbles, painted black with gold diagram designs at strategic places on the table. The feet of the table were adorned with shiny glass materials that also carried gold-like structure designs on them. It was elegant but not the kind of elegance you would say for a dining at the Lorenzo dynasty.

The exquisite chairs that encircled the table, sufficient to accommodate a party of twelve, were meticulously crafted from African Blackwood, a timber renowned for its rarity and astronomical price tag. As my gaze wandered across the room, I couldn't help but notice the floor to ceiling windows that adorned the walls, inviting streams of natural light to flood the room. Through these magnificent windows, I was treated to a breathtaking view of the extensive and meticulously manicured lawn that stretched out before me. The lush expanse seemed to go on for miles, leaving me in awe of the sheer grandeur of the property. I hadn’t seen any helper or maid throughout the area, not even a single sou

The main dais was elevated two steps above the rest of the banquet hall, positioned perfectly to give the senior members of the Blake family council a clear view of the two hundred guests seated below. The tablecloth was heavy white damask, set with antique silver and crystal that caught the sharp light of the overhead fixtures. At the center of the long table sat the patriarch, his expression unreadable as he spoke in a low voice to the managing director on his right.

This whole day was always going to suck, but seeing my parents like this was almost too much. A curtain has been dropped to cover the platform to make the dinner more intimate, even with a large number of people in here. Each table seated 12 and each family had used every seat. There were 54 round tables covered in dark blue cloth with white roses in the center. We were eating off of gray China with glass drink cups. The flatware is black plated, and I went with a darker gray napkin. I admired what I had pulled off in such a short time. “Can I get a minute?” I ask Finch, who nods quickly.

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