Blonde Mahogany Wood Novels & Stories

I smiled, “This is so awesome.” Daniel furrowed his brows, “Why?” I smiled, “White Cedar. A wood that is in high demand. It’s a beautiful color and matches just about any décor. I think I will ask her to just give it a couple coats of polyurethane for protection.” Jace, Tony, Angela and Lacey walked in and Lacey was bouncing as she approached me, “I’m so excited for you. Have you looked out front?” I shook my head, “Not yet.” She smiled, “It’s a long line.” I smiled, “Then let’s get ready to let them in.”

They decided on a sofa painting of Paris in the spring, a large upholstered sofa of browns, blues, pinks and greens all mixed into a menagerie that resembled a garden, with two matching wingback chairs. They chose two walnut end tables, a matching coffee table, a large secretary style desk and chair, and finally a dinette set of highly polished mahogany with enough chairs for fourteen people. They looked at the massive king size bed on display, examining it closer than they had the day before and agreed they wanted it. It was made of cherry wood, with four posts elaborately carved with vines and blooming flowers that swirled their way along the headboard, footboard and up the posts to the ca

Luca reached for me, his hand warm over my knee. “Do you want to step out?” he asked softly. “I can do this part.” “No,” I croaked. “I want to pick it.” She deserved that. She deserved me being brave for her, even now. The director opened the catalog to a page of polished wood caskets, each photographed from different angles like something in a showroom. “This is our selection of mahogany and cherry finishes,” she said gently. “We also have lighter tones and simple pine.” I tried to focus, but every photo blurred together.

It’s nearly as expensive as the entire fucking house I’m designing on the outskirts of Moonrise. The shop owner, Markus, carefully picks up the violin. The black wood catches the artificial light and glimmers like it’s lit from within. A sharp gasp echoes toward me, and suddenly Marianna is beside us, her eyes bright, wide, and a deep blue as she looks at the gift I ordered… weeks ago, when I first found out she was joining the Moonrise Philharmonic. “It’s Simian wood,” Markus says to her, holding the violin by the neck as he turns it around. “It’s rare, but hardy, and comes from the Simian tree in the Deadlands, which takes over five hundred years to grow to maturity–”

The front door was a large rectangle of beautifully finished, dark heavy wood that often swung effortlessly open and closed, while carved deep into the wood about eye level for Ezekiel where five giant diamonds sat in a singular row cut from bright red stained glass. Three small coffee tables, made of polished mahogany lined each of the wall to the right and left of the door a few inches back from the doors panels. They were waist high and each had a giant vase full of water, lilacs, pine needles and sweet grass. The fragrance was stark, but so subtle and calming that most couldn't help, but take in a deep breath and fell...better.

Paul hurriedly stood up before he said politely, “Okay, Miss Wilson. Have a good rest.” After Claire went upstairs, Charlie said, “Please sit down. Don’t stand up and talk.” After sitting down, Paul looked at the Hainan Lexington sofa set and he could not help but exclaimed in surprise, “This is made out of really good materials! I can tell at first glance that this is a really old sofa set that is made out of Hainan Lexington wood! After the coating is done, the texture of the wood is really very beautiful. This is really amazing!”

But my breath hitched as I gazed around the room, taking in the burgundy damask wallpaper, the gold-trimmed mahogany furniture, the dark-framed windows to the front and side sumptuously dressed by heavy burgundy and gold-fringed curtains, the parquet floor. The huge mahogany four-poster bed. "Oh dear God," I said faintly, unable to prevent myself from touching the nearest highly-polished turned wood post and staring at the burgundy and gold striped canopy, the matching drapes and damask bedclothes. "This isn't at all over the top."

This was so tiring, and I was very hungry. Alpha Alexander's office emanated an aura of refined masculinity, enveloped in the rich and dark tones of brown oak. The walls adorned with panels of this opulent wood exuded an understated elegance. Meticulously chosen furniture adorned the room, each piece contributing to the overall sense of sophistication—all crafted from the finest wood. A commanding desk, also crafted from brown oak, stood as the centerpiece, its grain adding a touch of natural grandeur, while the polished surface reflected the ambient light, casting a warm glow throughout the space. Plush leather chairs in deep hues of brown and classic earthy tones complemented the aesthetic

Why don’t I believe him? I’m blown away, however by the entrance with it’s peaked, vaulted ceiling and beams that are a honey-blonde color, so beautiful. The light comes through the glass at the top and the sun offers a golden, orange glow to the pale wood flooring. In front of me is a large round mahogany table with what I bet is a Ming vase atop it, filled with a beautiful flower arrangement of russet colors and greens.

"I do have another question to ask you. Where did these rows of stained-glass windows on the walls come from?" "Oh, I believe they were made somewhere in Europe. Actually, that was one of the originals from Lek-Mraphi's ancestral home. Australian Buloke wood is a very tough one. It is an ironwood tree that is native to Australia. This wood comes from a species of tree that occurs across most of eastern and southern Australia. It is known as the hardest wood in the world, and why it came from Europe, I have no idea."