Cat Pintu Kayu Warna Hitam Novels & Stories

Dom had thought that far ahead, and the card reader opens and there’s a number pad to insert the code. She taps the code in and opens the door, she flips the lights on. It wasn’t dark but it feels better with the lights on. She walks over to the cribs, and runs her hands over them. They are more beautiful than she’d thought, she’d seen the photos before the kidnapping, three almost identical cribs, each made mostly from ebony, with the flat panels of the sides made from ziricote wood, which is grey with striking black lines running the length of the panels following the grain of the wood.

She was human after all, and I hadn't planned to stay that long in her life for her to find out. I stood outside of Zoya’s cabin, feeling helpless as she locked herself in, and I stared numbly at the wooden door, counting the lines that swirled along its surface. The door in front of me was made of heavy oak wood, with intricate carvings etched into its surface. The deep, rich color of the wood indicated that it was well-aged and well-cared for.

“Or you can open the door, and I'll carry you inside.” “Don't force your luck.” “Okay! Okay! No need to get mad!” Once I was with my feet on the ground I made sure to have the blanket wrapped tight around me. I then turned my attention to the door before me. If I'm not wrong, made of oak wood with beautiful designs which looked like animals, felines more exactly and some flowers. An interesting design if I can say so. But what is hidden behind the door... I can't believe it.

I blinked, allowing my eyes to adjust to the low lighting. Despite being shielded from the harsh wind, I trembled in the chilly, earthy atmosphere. I dragged my suitcase up the one step, the wheels rattling as they rolled over the gray slate slabs. The handmade door loomed in front of me; I'd ordered it from the eccentric artisan myself, and I knew it was black walnut accented with Brazilian mahogany. Nevertheless, I couldn't see the texture or shine of the wood, and the enormous brass lion's-head knocker was simply a gleam in the darkness. I pushed the little button on the trim.

She did not look directly at the portrait, but instead looked straight at the door, but from the corner of her eye, she could not help but see the burning gaze of the man on the portrait that sent chills all over her body and made the skin on her neck stand on its ends. Flora immediately tried the knob and found the door to be unlocked. Maya did say that she had unlocked the doors to the rooms that needed to be cleaned and the blankets, sheets and curtains needed to be replaced. The door itself was bigger than her own door at the servants’ quarters, Flora thought. It was heavy and reddish in color, in keeping with the theme of the house. Flora wondered about the source of the wood which woul

And at night, we could light the fire and our my own little camping experience while still having all the comforts of home nearby. His words send a thrill through me, but before I can respond, we've reached the porch steps. We climb them together, and I run my free hand along the smooth wooden railing, marveling at the craftsmanship. When we reach the front door, I can't help but admire its beauty. It's a solid wooden door, intricately carved with a design that seems to echo the surrounding forest – leaves, vines, and what looks like a majestic wolf hidden among the foliage. He reaches for the handle, an antique-looking brass piece that fits perfectly with the overall aesthetic of the house.

I don't know why he forbids me to come in. I tried to open his door and I'm surprised because it's not locked. I secretly smiled because of that. I opened it fully, his room's motif is black and gray. Typical color for boys, there's also a white part but it's not really noticeable. His room is big just like mine, I looked around and I saw a door, why does he have a lot of doors here? I know that one is for a bathroom and a walk in closet but what's the others for? I walked towards the first one and tried to open it but it's locked. Why is this locked when his front door is not? Is his brain not in the right place?

We drove on the forest trail and came up to a small wood cottage. "It looks so cute," I squeal as I run out of the car as he parks. "Can I have the keys?" I said giving my best puppy dog face and pouted my lips. He reached into his pocket and threw them. I catch them and run to the door and unlock it. I looked inside and it looked like a perfect log cabin. All the furniture in the cabin matched each other.

“Besides, that one looks like it belongs in a royal palace.” I gave him a look. “That’s the point.” He smirked. “We’re not raising Queen Elizabeth. I’m thinking something convertible. A crib that turns into a toddler bed down the line.” I tilted my head, considering. “Yeah. That actually makes a lot of sense. Something practical, long-term.” “Exactly. So now… color. Finish. Style. Wood type.” He pointed toward one with a deep red-brown finish. “I kinda like the cherry look. Classic.”

The castle was painted cream white and the stairs were shiny black, you can see your reflection clearly. The front doors were made of heavy oak tree and were painted a brown color with the door handles curved into large Wolves Just being in the pack and feeling all the energy of wolves surrounding me, I felt empowered energized and Kira was on the surface, I could feel her getting stronger. I don't know what was with this place but for some reason I loved the feeling it was giving me. It was making me feel powerful and on top of the world. The guards who were escorting us opened the door and we walked in.