Blurred Living Room Background Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

By afternoon, the living room no longer felt like ours. Cables twisted across the marble floor like veins. Lights stood on metal legs, blinking red and white. A velvet backdrop hung behind us, soft and flawless—like it could hide the truth if you let it. The white loveseat sat in the center of it all, pristine and deliberate, as though someone had hand-picked it to look expensive and harmless at the same time.

He attended everything with his family, but the company of them everywhere was a mystery that no one was able to crack yet. Here she was. Everything was just so poled apart from her family. Lyra stopped in the middle of the living room and walked towards the window wall. I showered my living room in white, white couches fall to the couch, while the round coffee table ahead of the couches and the marble floor was light grey. The fireplace and my 80-inch TV were hanging on the opposite side of the couch. And I decorated this entire room with the ceiling to wall glass windows. From this height, I was able to enjoy the Chicago scenery perfectly. Everything looked too small from here, the buildin

Sometimes I forgot to breathe and I had realized that I did it out of habit not because I needed to. The small lobby was poorly lit, blue walls and white ceilings with low hanging bulbs. I followed her through the first door to the right and entered into a large parlour. The chairs were the only brown furniture in the room, and the only thing black in the room was the large rectangular blank screen of the television that hung on the wall.

Graysen, sensing her nervousness, drew her closer to him as the elevator dinged and opened. They first entered the living room, which also contained the elevator. Lavender drapes with lace fringe billowed in the cool spring wind. They properly framed the window, making the lovely scene before them ethereal. The walls were a soft creamy colour, with lavender sofas that matched the draperies and a gleaming marble floor.

Nubs was curled up in her arm, half asleep with his little mouth open. “Absolutely. I can't wait to show you around.” The blue tinged glow of the phone screen illuminated Flora's face as she adjusted the camera and began with a sweeping view of the living room. “This is where it all begins. I wanted it to be cozy, with lots of natural light and a touch of pastels.” Eva leaned closer to her screen, scrutinizing the details. “It does look welcoming, Flo. The rug we picked really ties everything together perfectly."

A wide rectangular room with a Grey wallpaper that has cactus rose colored swirlings on it. My feet move forward without my command, taking in the decorations of the room. Don't know which is big between this room and the one back home. Wind blows the cream colored satin curtains that cover the open balcony. Whistling in the fresh smell of the vines and wet tress.... Vines?

Otherwise, how could Frost have disappeared just now? Maybe if you press one thing, another will pop up in a different form. The observation elevator behind Bianca was embedded in a glass wall. The black marble floor tiles reflected the light and herself, and dozens of meters ahead was the living room. Before the servants left, they turned off many lights with a remote control, so only about 100 square meters were brightly lit at the moment. Looking into the distance, there seemed to be an endless black hole. Bianca took off her shoes at the elevator and walked towards the living room. The cool marble transitioned to solid wood flooring. In the center of the living room was a large set of de

NATHAN’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT The room is dimly lit. The TV across the room flickers on mute, casting bluish shadows against the wall. The channel is stuck on a celebrity gossip segment—silent captions roll beneath the screen: “ZARA KAREEM AND IMANI SILVER IN STUNNING NEW FAMILY PORTRAITS – REGAN’S TWO QUEENS?” A bottle of aged scotch sits on the coffee table, its neck slick with condensation. The cap is off, tossed somewhere across the couch. A glass sits beside it, barely touched. A plate of untouched rice and grilled chicken has gone cold hours ago.

Click. Click. Click. The sound of the laptop’s mouse clicking infiltrated the living room, the sun shining through the open curtains as a gentle breeze caused the leaves outside to flutter in a dance. The living room was beautiful with light wooden flooring, and rich brown leather sofas forming an open square, facing the wall with the flat screen T.V, a low lying wooden coffee table in the center.