Blurred Living Room Background Novels & Stories

Just with one look, you can easily tell that only the rich can afford the place. The walls are painted sky blue; the floor tiles are made of marble. Hanging in the center of the living room is a painting of a black and white abstract, and the sofa was as soft as the bed's fabric, shaped into an L. Above all, what was sitting in front of the couch was a hundred-inch flat screen television, currently flashing a movie called Mean Girls. After I've finished in the living room and kitchen area, I started arranging the bedroom and dusting the master's bed. If Ma'am Bright says she's coming to visit in the pre-evening, then it means she will have her sleep here.

With a last goodbye, Auria closed the door and let out a deep sigh. ‘What a long day.’ She thought to herself as she went deeper into the house. The house that she and John dreamed of living in and having their own family. From the hallway to the living room, it was all marked with the dream of them two. The living room was designed with beige curtains, a small crystal chandelier and the furniture were off white and wicker tan, while the walls were painted white. Paintings hung on the wall showcasing some of the photos of her with him, some of their awards together and the things they liked the most: hiking and eating out. The floors were carpeted in grey, Auria took in the designs of it as

Next to the TV is a music center into which a flash drive was inserted. On the walls of his living room were pasted dark wallpaper with some kind of ornament. It looked a little gothic, but Black liked it. In the very corner, against the wall opposite the cabinet, there was a carved mahogany table. By the way, the floor was also made of mahogany and, oddly enough, with the same ornament as on the walls. - You need to take a break from everything! John muttered, taking another sip from his glass. - Relax. Black took the remote from the music center and turned it on, calm relaxing music poured out of it.

Now he’s here—walking, breathing, and very much real. I jerk out of my fantasy as Ronan sweeps past me into his home. I can’t help but admire his form as he strides by the living room and vanishes around the corner. The place belongs to a man. The flooring is dark wood, with rugs throughout, and the furniture is made of black leather. A large plasma television is mounted on the far wall, and enormous speakers are bolted on each side of the room.

I could also hear whizzing sounds and clickity clack sounds coming from the kitchen. After clearing the room and cleaning up the mess I sighed in relief. Then I went out of the bedroom and walked towards the living room in which I could see both the living room and the kitchen at the same time cause there wasn't a full wall separating the two parts. It was only one fours of height of wall. To my left was the kitchen where Bright was busy making lunch, more like burning my pans. To my right was five year old Bubble; busy playing some unknown game with Joss and Luke.

Now, the light of day, I’m seeing it for the first time, and I’m… surprised. I expected it to be cold and impersonal, like the vibe that Callum puts off, but it’s not. The living room is crowded with mismatched furniture that appears comfortable and inviting, and the wall behind the sofa is even painted in an accent color- a deep blue, like the ocean. What draws my eye the most, though, is the wall across from that one, behind an overstuffed recliner and a clunky side table. It’s cluttered with pages taped to the surface; stunningly detailed sketches that could only have been created by an adept hand and a beautiful mind.

We're going to be great friends; I just know we are. I took myself to the living room while Violet went to make tea. I looked around the room and smiled. A dark green sofa sat against the back wall with a matching armchair beneath the window. Thick curtains hung to the floor, matching the dark grey walls and the massive rug in front of the open fire. All the little things added to the room, lamps, pictures on the wall, a vase filled with flowers, etc., bring the whole thing together.

I trail off as my eyes catch the large pool of paint on the rug. Fuck, we were in trouble. “Your mama is going to kill me.” I mutter under my breath. Trying to win Avery back is one thing, but being involved in staining the rug that was part of her well-executed interior decoration is another whole thing. Unlike the mansion, where everything is grandiose, the moderate-sized living room gives a warm and comfortable feeling with its simple style. The walls, painted a soft gray, were adorned with photos of the boys and simple artwork. Table lamps and a floor lamp illuminate the room, casting it a warm glow. Beige colored throw cushions are arranged on the moss-colored sofa and armchairs, while

He shrugged and she giggled into her palms. The room was extremely huge and dyed in cream, making it look really astounding. The ceiling also had this grey kind of look while the whole furnitures were also adorned with the cream colour. There were large windows and in between them were pillars which separated the living room, the dining, the washroom and the bedroom. After the living room, a very obvious dim, blue light could be seen and it made that place look like a bar. No, it was a bar and by the right side of the bar were extremely expensive wines and whiskeys.

As the door opened, a gentle scent of cinnamon and vanilla wafted out. The interior felt warm and personal. Dark oak floors complemented handwoven rugs in the living area. An electric fireplace glowed in the corner, casting golden light onto clean white walls adorned with black-and-white photographs and contemporary paintings. To the left stood a tall walnut bookshelf, filled with books and journals. On the right, a modern kitchen with copper pendant lights looked tidy and elegant. But the most striking feature was the large sliding glass window in the living room, offering a full view of the pool—like a living painting framed in glass.