Chaise Lounge Indoor Novels & Stories

Nala pointed at the garden at a weird looking chair, “That is her favorite outdoor seat. If you see it anywhere, just know that she is around.” “That is one weird looking contraption,” Cynthia commented. “It is modeled after the LC4 Chaise lounge,” Maria’s voice said behind us, “It may look weirdly shaped but that is one very comfortable seat. It was actually made by Le Corbusier and is older than any of us here. The only thing that was changed was the outer upholstery.” “Maria, I never knew you were this passionate,” Nala said, voicing out our thoughts. “Yeah, well it is part of my line of work,” she said gruffly and walked away.

Sushmita made her way to the lunch lounge that was built exclusively for the chameleons while the octopuses and archers spent their lunch hour on a separate floor. The chameleons’ lounge had posh furniture and high-tier lighting, floors that shone and air-conditioners that were all fully functional. Sushmita breezed past the food stations and chameleons queuing to form a millipede, heading straight to the VIP section where the salt and pepper hair of her boss came into view. Patterson was there, too. As expected.

Chelsea The hotel room was a serene oasis, with soft, creamy walls and warm beige furnishings that seemed to whisper relaxation. The large window framed a stunning ocean view, where waves gently rolled in under a clear blue sky. A comfortable-looking couch and armchair sat invitingly in the sitting area, while a sleek, modern desk held Lily's laptop and notes.

She couldn't help a happy smile and it took her a moment to tear herself away from us. Debora and Dwayne were already sitting in a lounge chair and talking very intensely to each other. They laughed, touched each other all the time and didn't even take us seriously. This rattan lounge garden furniture was to die for. They were so comfortable and there was really a lot of space on the loungers. Jayden sat on the edge of a lounger and grilled marshmallows. This lounger was angled slightly so I could lay down a little more comfortably with him, watching Jayden and the fire. I had no idea how many gooey marshmallows Jayden downed, just thinking about it made me sick.

"At mum's hospital, I've been seeing Zach too much these days." "Same Tiffany's ex?" Yvonne frowned. "What could that bitch be frequenting the hospital for? Don't tell me he has COVID," "You're nasty." Pascal hissed, continuing their stride. "I love you Pascal!" She jokingly laughed, skipping her legs as she followed him behind. -- [Julie's Furniture Store] As the standard for other stores in the country, the store was well packed with diverse designs of furnishings and house upholsteries. Not just couches and dinning sets and tables, but also bedframes and bedstands in unique categories.

She still wonders, How much power does this person possess to gain access to this place? The grand floor of The Blue Room was buzzing with activity while it still maintained its privacy. Lounge 4B, however, was a more secluded part of the bar that only a few of the elite had access to. The lounge was dimly lit in several colors and gave a place for those seeking privacy. Its plush leather booths and dark wooden panels created an intimate atmosphere, perfect for private meetings. Only a few people were around the lounge, enjoying the cool and quiet atmosphere the place offers.

I have never been to Ian’s place, we usually just meet up at our parents house. I got to the living room and noticed Luke on the armchair. Even the living room is like heaven. The chandelier is glittering, there are 2 armchairs, a five seater couch and a small bean bag on the side. There is a golden glass table with a flower vase in the middle of the room. There’s also a 60-inch plasma screen mounted on the wall with an artificial fireplace at the bottom. Everything screamed wealth and I just stood there gaping at everything like a fish.

Just being near him makes my insides spark. We step down into a living room first, which dips one level lower. A sunken lounge. Sleek black leather couches are arranged in a way that makes conversation feel effortless but still commands attention toward the massive flat-screen TV mounted on the far wall. It's so big that it looks like it belongs in a movie theater.

Before I could registered my exhaustion, it attacked me, pulling me under. I awoke some time later. I wasn't exactly sure when. I sat up on a cushy chaise. This wasn't my room. I looked around. The chaise I sat on, was an almost pinkish-nude color that had deep pastel colored flowers with golden accents. The rest of the room matched the subtle softness of this chaise. Forest green and nude sheer curtains hung from the windows. The bedding was a fluffy nude-brown comforter with pinkish-nude pillow cases and throw pillows. The dark brown mahogany wood of the bed frame and posts tied all the other wood furniture in the room together perfectly. I looked down and that same pinkish-nude was the co

Chase’s large leather chair and glass desk stood at the far end, near the wall that gave an outside view of the skyscrapers and city line of Greenville. Some white couches were arranged in a circle at another part, with a glass table in the middle. An abstract onyx painting spanned an entire wall, and a projector screen hung in a corner. So much glass looked fragile, but was actually more solid than steel. It screamed wealth. Chase moved away from his desk and strode over to the couches, ushering Mackenzie to a seat. She slowly lowered herself into the softness, crossing her legs modestly and trying not to crumble under West’s uncontrolled stares.