Blonde Mahogany Wood Novels & Stories

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.

He helped him, gesturing him to sit down. I looked at the Master and the Lady of the Newman Family. If Jessica Drake was my mother, then... these two seniors should be my great grandparents. However, at this moment, I looked at them without any feelings for them. We sat down one after another. I looked around and saw that the Newman Family's house was somewhat similar to that of Kelvin's. The whole living room was simple and unsophisticated. Furnitures made of mahogany were everywhere. There were only a few small sized items on the side. Based on what Kelvin had taught me before, they should be made of agalloch eaglewood.

had gotten new pieces of furniture made of mahogany wood for his office like he had asked him to. He closed the door behind him and with his eyes closed, Mr. Wilkinson sniffed in as much of the smell of the new furniture as he could. It was like standing amid tall mahogany trees of a forest. He loved the smell of mahogany yet he did not feel right. Everything in this office of his should be comforting. Sun rays streamed through the windows and gave the office a warm glow. This place was on the highest floor of the building and this office of his which was surrounded by glass had the perfect view.

As someone whose favorite colours are deep blue and gold, I found this decor very pleasant, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a delicious, dangerous sense of belonging. I walked towards the only bed in the room. It was very large, the second thing that I noticed. It stood centered like a monarch’s throne, made of high-polished mahogany. It was bigger than the king-size. The headboard was a colossal masterpiece of glided-wood carving of scrolls and volutes, upholstered in plush deep-blue velvet fabric set in precise diamond tufting with a crown as its apex.

Nelson said: “The box is made of red sua wood, also known as Dalbergia tonkinensis Prain*. This precious wood is obtained from countries with tropical rainforests or monsoonal. Not only is the color beautiful, but it also has an intoxicating scent, making it a 'regal wood'. Especially when she looks at it under the sun, it will shine the color of the rainbow, making it extremely unique.” Alice also knew that this box was not as cheap as the prince had originally said. As one of the precious woods from faraway countries, there were also countless different gems attached to it.

We sat down one after another. I looked around and saw that the Reid Family's house was somewhat similar to that of Ryan. The whole living room was simple and unsophisticated. Furnitures made of mahogany were everywhere. There were only a few small-sized items on the side. Based on what Ryan had taught me before, they should be made of agalloch eaglewood. I saw that Shelton's two gifts were right in the living room. Shelton said to a maid next to him, "Help me get my two gifts over."

Salj ordered. Matthew did as he was told and pulled one log out and put it on the table. Salj immediately untied the ropes and the cloth came off, exposing the content. A pure blackwood. “Hoh~! Blackwood! For decades I have been longing to find even a piece. And here you brought several logs of them!” Salj said excitedly while inspecting the piece. “Hey, are you sure you’re gonna be fine? I specifically cut down the ones with denser mana cause it would be of high quality. The radiation could kill you.”

Eden snorted: "Sure! Brother, I know the price, especially the price of these trees. Genuine Dragon-Blood wood is never cheap, especially the kind that can last up to several hundred years like this. And it is still living in the Burning Zone..." The ombre yawned and sank into a dark green velvet chair that looked extremely comfortable: "First, I didn't rush to the Burning Zone to buy it myself. Second, this is a trophy, so I don't spend a dime on it aside from the money for sharpening the shape. Third, you don't need to pay extra, but I need some potion that - I know - the Noldorasga are experts at manipulating. Don't you agree?"

And who’s room is this? Everywhere I turn I find either black or red. The wooden floors are nearly the color of midnight, with some streaks of gold mixed in within the planks. Every piece of furniture is made from the same material, creating a slight glow all around me, made more noticeable in the darkness of the room.

I began, my tone light, "the wood that runs through this house has been reinforced with the finest mahogany from Brazil. It's one of the most expensive types of wood in the world. The craftsmanship is truly remarkable." I wasn’t talking about the wood for its own sake, of course. But it amused me to watch her try to focus on my words, trying so hard to maintain the facade of normalcy. Her brow furrowed slightly as she listened, no doubt trying to keep up with a conversation she didn’t want to be part of. "That sounds... impressive," she murmured, her voice strained as if she was trying to keep it even. I smiled at her, letting my eyes linger a little longer than necessary. "It is. Every piec