Blonde Mahogany Wood Novels & Stories

GODFATHER'S POV My eyes darted across the room, but my eyes kept coming back to the huge mahogany table in the center ,where the food was placed. The huge mahogany table was one that caught my fancy. Crafted from fine mahogany wood, the table surface was smooth, polished, and its reflecting light showcased its beauty of sturdy, sleek design. I was here again, in alpha Gritus's den. The room was filled with eerie silence—a silence likened to the unknown.

One thing still nagged at her, keeping her from leaving again. She quickly went downstairs and examined the wooden stakes that Caleb and the mystery man had been carving. There were three piles of three different wood, she recognized one as the agarwood. So, he got the agarwood after all. She picked up the stake that had three pieces of wood combined. She knew one of the other pieces was wood from a Dragon Blood tree, but she wasn’t sure about the other piece. She sat the stake down and grabbed a stake that was made from each of three piles they had made and put them all in the pocket of the hoodie she was wearing.

“Besides, that one looks like it belongs in a royal palace.” I gave him a look. “That’s the point.” He smirked. “We’re not raising Queen Elizabeth. I’m thinking something convertible. A crib that turns into a toddler bed down the line.” I tilted my head, considering. “Yeah. That actually makes a lot of sense. Something practical, long-term.” “Exactly. So now… color. Finish. Style. Wood type.” He pointed toward one with a deep red-brown finish. “I kinda like the cherry look. Classic.”

"But I do get his office." "Fantastic," Sabrina gushes as she fidgets with the opal pendant resting at the top of her cleavage. "I love a man with a huge desk." Something tells me that's not the only thing she likes huge on her man. "What's it made of?" she asks. "Glass? Red oak?" "Mahogany." She puts a finger on her chin as her lips form a circle. "Ooh, I like it. Hard and made to last." Okay. No more of this. I've spent two minutes with her and managed not to scoff or sneeze from that perfume she seems to have bathed herself in. That should be polite enough.

The desk, made of polished mahogany no doubt- Tom was obsessed with everything being mahogany, if he was purchasing wood at all. I think it had always been a lifelong dream of his to have something the rich typically possessed and to him, Mahogany was one of them. There was a nice, plush leather chair behind the desk. The desk had a couple of documents on it, a collection of pens and a vintage inkwell. I rolled my eyes at the sight and marched up close to check his pen collection. There were no pencils in sight and that meant there wasn't a sharpener among his stationery collections.

Zevko added. “Rare oak wood? Are you sure, Zev?” Clara asked, still confused. The others looked at Zevko too. “Yes, I’m sure. Remember, Cla, my family loves the outdoors. We’ve seen lots of different wood, including oak.” “But isn’t oak wood usually a light reddish brown?” Jack asked, interested in Zevko’s answer. “Yes, natural oak is brown, but old oak, or ‘bon oak,’ is dark or almost black.” Jack nodded at Zevko’s explanation.

I never thought that I would find the scent of cigar attractive someday. With a quick scan of the environment, I noticed the walls were covered in rich mahogany paneling. The light from the chandeliers caught the grain of the wood and made it shine. Crystal sconces cast flickering shadows on the soft velvet couches that were spread out in the room. Each one begged me to sink into it.

Chapter 85 Kayden POV The property was a piece of prime estate. Water fountains flanked the driveway all the way to the house. The house was made from mahogany wood and large stones. I felt like a medieval king as I surveyed the feast that had been laid out on the table. Chef Mathew, the exclusive chef of the Royal Delight’s Plaza had made this meal.

Mona I walked around the showroom, running my hands over the wood. Walnut. Cherry. Mahogany. I purposely stayed away from the metal ones. We didn’t need them. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. The pine scent in the air made me long to run free in the woods but I couldn’t. I had been watched and was never allowed to be alone now. They thought I couldn’t protect myself but I was more than capable of taking care of myself.

Eva whispered. "Let's go," he said, leading me towards a strange balcony. Now I could see why they said the Woods pack house was the biggest in the whole territory. We took the stairs, passing by many beautiful designs and I smiled genuinely at everything I saw. "Wow," I said as we arrived at the door to a room. The door itself was a beautiful masterpiece and was crafted from rich mahogany, the deep reddish-brown color emanated a sense of warmth and elegance. "Where's this place? what's in there?" I asked at a time, touching the surface of the door which was smooth and polished to perfection, reflecting the soft glow of the ambient light in the hallway.