Blackstone Surround Table Novels & Stories

The servant gave another little smile and a curtsy, before gliding out of the room with an elegance that Sephora could only admire as a dancer. Sephora turned back to face the table, observing the placements set before the lovingly polished oak chairs. She marveled at the table itself. Deep mahogany, with shades of brown, amber and cherry, swirling to make the grain of the flat surface - polished enough that it mirrored the glittering mass, that was the crystal chandeliers that were suspended above it. She looked up to the head of the table, to the seat where Ambrose usually sat, and then cast her gaze down, to the other opposing end of the table, that had now unofficially become her seat.

A long floral sofa with 4 more single sofa at the side and a small wooden coffee table at the center. There are paintings hanged at every walls that is painted in greyish white, decorating all of it. Some are cross-stitched scenery of nature and animals. There's a door behind the sofa and it's another living room but it's empty. A hallway which leads to the diner with division to the kitchen. A hanging cabinet is placed above the sink. All are painted in white and the counter is made out of blue and white marble. The kitchen has a long table with 8 seats. It is made out of durable woods. Obviously from the trees surrounds the area where the house is located.

We scheduled to meet at 1:30 PM tomorrow, which will be perfect because Calvin will be in school then. I get off the phone and return to Drea who seems to be very interested in a large maple wood table with a brown tamarind finish. It’s probably one of the most beautiful tables I’ve ever seen. It’s got enough of a traditional look to be timeless, but then some flare that makes it look like it belongs to someone who has traveled the world. The details on the legs of the table and chairs all match with an ornate spindle design. The armchairs also have the same spindle design on the arm rests as well. Very lavish. The chairs are also upholstered in a gorgeous dark leather.

A rich, mahogany bedstead stood proudly in the center, its sturdy frame commanding attention. The bed, dressed in layers of midnight black and charcoal gray, boasted pillows plumped to perfection and sheets as smooth as moonlit silk. A weathered leather armchair with brass rivets stood in one corner. Nearby, a rustic wooden table showcased an assortment of aged whiskey bottles and crystal-clear tumblers, catching glimmers of light like hidden treasures.

BLACKSTONE PACK Morpheus’s office is a grand and luxurious space. The pieces of furniture were handcrafted from the finest materials, such as rich mahogany wood, which included ornate desks, chairs, and filing cabinets. Inside the office is a large fireplace to provide warmth and a cozy atmosphere during the cold winter months; which is going to serve its use.

"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?"

It was beautiful. To right sat a huge dining table, easily being able to fit 12 people. It was a beautiful mahogany wood that was shined to a mirror finish. A huge stags head mounted above another smaller fire place, looming over the table like the master of the house. Its glass eyes seeing everything. “Name please?” the woman asked, I jumped forgetting that she was there for a moment.

It was the kind of room where multi-billion-dollar empires were quietly bartered over truffles and vintage Bordeaux, and tonight, Vennessa felt like she was the main course. ​Lucas Montgomery sat across the white linen tablecloth, looking every bit the old-money patriarch. His silver hair was perfectly coiffed, his tailored suit was immaculately conservative, and his eyes—shrewd, pale blue, and entirely unblinking—had been evaluating Vennessa since they sat down. ​"The Blackstone board has always prioritized stability above all.

He indicates, with a vague wave of his hand, a series of low arches leading to other rooms. — To the left, the dining room. It can seat forty people. The table is solid ebony. I glance over. A room as long as a nave, a black, gleaming table that seems to slide on endlessly. Chairs that look like sculptures, too elegant to be comfortable. The walls are covered in black screens, switched off. Prisons for future images. — To the right, the main living room.

I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of sensitive information the blackmailer was hoping to extract through me by sending me here. We finally stopped in front of a large wooden door. One of the staff opened it for us, revealing a spacious and beautifully appointed dining room. Inside was an incredibly long dining table, elegantly decorated with fresh flowers, crisp white tablecloths, and expensive-looking plates and cutlery sets arranged with precision at every seat. The chairs on both sides were finely crafted , luxurious, high-backed pieces that looked more like works of art than furniture. Only a few people were already seated , two on each side , quietly eating their meals.