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Tyler Bennett pov I turn left, making a metronome squeak as my rubber soles hit the tile. There are no people in the hall. As I turn the corner, a stark white wall is broken by a doorway. The door is hefty and sturdy, constructed of dark wood possibly ebony or Eastern black walnut and polished to a shiny glossy sheen. The wood has an inset gold medallion. A snake with its head drawn back and its fangs wide open, ready to attack, was loosely coiled around a shield and the letters.

It was just as large as her own door, but unlike her door, it had line patterns instead of flower patterns. The colours weren’t even the same for both doors. The door was very clean and its handle was charming. A black handle, that had some patches of white on it, very appealing to touch and open the door into whatever awaited her behind. At the thought of it, she wondered if it was also another person’s room, maybe her husband’s room or Connor’s room or maybe it was a hall or something else entirely.

Jarus says listing off the items we need. I finished writing the list and then looked up. " I think we are ready." I say with a smile. "Great, anyone you want to come with us?" Jarus asks. "I think just you and I would be fine. Michael is in important meetings." I say getting up from where I sat. "Ok let's go." Jarus says with a grin leading the way. 'Sexy beast we are heading out now for supplies.' I say remembering Michael wanted updates for when we left. 'Okay gorgeous be careful.' Michael says back sounding a little irritated. I know how stressed he is with everything going on. I need to do something for him to help him relax some. The drive is a silent one which I don't mind since I am

Eriwan muttered again within the ocean of his thought and consideration. Eriwan turned round his eyes. He saw quite a lot of furniture also made of mahogany wood. There were table, chairs, even drawers and cabinets in the kitchen made of mahogany wood. Yet, there were also some other tables, chairs and cupboards made of marble stone. Eriwan became more and more curious. He passed by directly the main living room downstairs and headed to the front door of the strange and peculiar building. He opened the door and again he saw a massive violets garden in front of the strange and peculiar building. There were again violets in purple, blue and indigo colors.

“They won’t try to run. They’re smarter than that.” My hackles rise like a wary cat’s. Resisting the urge to respond, I hold my tongue, studying the house instead. The roof is a sharp peak, dark sienna shingles slanting over the top level. The pale yellow paint is faded, the closed curtains behind the many windows hiding the interior. Next to the large front door stands a pair of men openly wielding shotguns. One of them has a leash in his hand—the muscular pit bull on the end watches us with its mouth hanging open. Its fur is the same color as the foreboding sky.

The beautiful green with brown highlights, forested area, and a mini park is at the very end. This street has houses on both sides, but they are spaced out, with plenty of yard space at the front and sides, maybe the back too. He pulled up in front of a house on the right. High white walls and little decorative concrete blocks in intricate patterns are placed in the middle, strategically spaced along the entire wall, and painted black. I saw that it had a glossy finish, and a large black gate was also painted in the same black glossy, shiny color. "We're here," Daniel declared, pressing a button from a key chain, and the gate sprung to life, extending from the middle and retrieving inwards,

He was quite pleased with his unexpected accomplishment. "Shall we go?" Dianne instructed Nicolas that they should get inside the house before the cold afternoon wind started to penetrate their bodies. The two climbed the porch steps and approached a large door located in the center of the building. The door was brown and made of Mahogany wood, while the floor, clearly visible from the outside, was made of granite. Dianne approached the smart lock on the door and pressed the buttons on the touch screen with the pin number she had memorized from the message Keenan had sent her this morning.

As they traced the source of the faint chatter, Nico gestured to the boys to slip inside the door one by one to avoid catching attention. He kept the door slightly open to peek into the hallway to see if they were in the right place. On either side of the corridor, there are three mahogany doors. The walls are uniformly painted pale black, and the door frames are gray, just a few shades lighter. Each door has a distinct design.

Black countertops and black wood cabinets looked lovely with the almost pearlescent white tiles in the kitchen. The floors were a grey wood, the entirety of the apartment had it, even the bedrooms. Only broken up by the occasional rug that we’d picked out. The furniture was a mix of light wood tones and white. I told Emmett it would be impractical since we were going to make a forever home here, and if he were to have pups, white was a dumb move. He assured me that it was stain proof and kid proof according to the site. He’d even gotten a swatch and tested it with multiple things. The only thing would be we would need to make sure to shower after a greasy day. Grease was the one he couldn’t

He turns in a way that allows me to gain access to it as I slowly place my knee against its rough wet edge before climbing into it. It was at this point that I realized that the large plant was a mahogany door. Well, this is crazy. What sort of material was used to make this door? Isn't it supposed to be fucking sinking? I lean against the plank with my mind not yet set on where I am standing as a support. I look at it for a short while, tapping against it to ensure that it will be stable on the water due to my weight, but then I notice that it is slowly descending calmly, and trails of water have already begun to make their way over to the top.