Blackstone Surround Table Novels & Stories

“Oh no! Madame Luna, zat won’t be necessary… please, let me get you one of our best seats in ze house.” “I’ll take the table by the window, two in from the door.” “But madame Luna, zat is nowhere near our best table! Too public. I’m sure you want more privacy?” “That table will be just fine, thank you.” Grabbing a few menus, he glides between tables to a lovely table situated in a window. Cynthia excuses herself back out to the car and we follow him to our seats. The table is a deep mahogany brown with silk napkins. Rose petals litter the table. The glow of the setting sun is masked behind shimmering curtains. It’s lovely. How can this not be one of the nicest tables here?

The open space around our house that separates the house from the forest looks unrecognisable! Gorgeous circular tables fill the space covered with purple tables cloths, black chairs, black cutlery, and napkins with cute mini bouquets in the centre of every table. The largest buffet I have ever seen has been laid out along the side of the house with the most delicious-looking mixture of foods. Towards the forest is a stunning minimalistic pavilion decorated from top to bottom with garlands of purple flowers, and curtains of purple flowers flowing from the back and sides. To the side of that is a four-tier cake that looks too beautiful to touch. It’s a white chocolate mud cake, with a stained

Each plate was a work of art, a matte black ceramic with a subtle, shimmering gold rim. The silverware was heavy, solid, and made of a dark, non-reflective metal. There were no fussy floral arrangements, but a single, perfect white orchid sat in a low, geometric vase at the center, a stark and elegant contrast to the dark table. Mr. Vincenzo sat at the far end, while I took a seat facing him, it felt like we were miles from each other. Every detail spoke of his wealth and an understated, controlled power.

They were graced with granite countertops with paisley green, brown, and tan designs. Right next to the kitchen was the dining area with a mahogany dining room table that seated up to six people—dressed with lovely white chinaware trimmed in paisley green with matching napkins. There was another large window with beautiful blinds that were green/soft yellow/deep olive that went from the ceiling to the floor.

"Sit down, Sera, because watching you hover near the door like a stray cat makes my head ache, and we have entirely too much business to settle before the markets open tomorrow morning," Helena Blackwood said. She didn’t look up from her tea. She sat at the head of a lacquered dining table that felt long enough to require a microphone, her spine perfectly straight against the velvet backing of her chair. The townhouse smelled of old money, polished silver, and something faintly chemical, like high-end furniture wax used to cover up the scent of rot.

He finished the outfit with long black boots. “You look great, it's time to get going! “ Blackthorn said. He had been like a happy puppy since Jamie arrived. Raoul knew that Blackthorn felt they had been given a second chance with their mate. Raoul was determined not to mess this up again. Raoul raced into the Garden, it was dusk and the path to the table was lit with lamps. Raoul followed the path to the pond and gasped at the site. There under a large willow tree was a dining table was set up. The willow tree branches provided a natural screen to ensure privacy. The branches were covered in lights, that twinkled like stars. The table itself was simply dressed with a white table cloth and a

There were three seats set before the table, each placed a distance apart. The dining had a black theme setting—black flowers with a little touch of red, black tablecloths, black plates… chairs, and even floor tiles. The only thing that shimmered, in contrast, were the champagne glasses sitting at the center of the table. “Very impressive for an anonymous person,” my mother broke the silence and tension that stretched endlessly across the room. She pulled a chair out for me, but I looked at her with doubt. “How sure are you that we should be doing this?”

Rose was in the passenger seat and Maggie was in the back seat. “Rachel just texted me; she said that she’s already there and will go through the stress of getting us the best table.” Maggie laughed as she glanced at her phone. Wayne rolled his eyes. “Rachel is such a drama queen.” Rose looked at him with curiosity. “Why do you say that?” “There’s already a reserved table at Ambrosia for any member of the Blackstone family. It’s the best table there and it’s never given out because they don’t know when any of us will show up. Rachel probably just waltzed in and went straight to the table.

The table's surface, polished to a high gloss, reflects the light of the crystal chandelier above, casting a warm, inviting glow across the room. The table is set with the finest linens, crisp white napkins, and sparkling crystal glasses, accompanied by an array of silverware that shines like diamonds. Plush, high-backed chairs, upholstered in rich velvet, beckon guests to take their seats and indulge in a sumptuous dining experience.

The dining hall was grand, but it wasn't beautiful. Stone walls lined with trophies — swords, antlers, bones. A long darkwood table stretched through the center of the chamber, set with iron plates and goblets carved with sigils of the Blackthorn bloodline. Torches cast flickering shadows across the floor, making the wolves carved into the pillars look like they were moving. The bones weren't just decorative — I recognized some of them. Ribs from creatures larger than any natural wolf. Skulls with too many teeth. Trophies from hunts that spoke of power and dominance over things that should have been left undisturbed.