Fantasy's Furniture Novels & Stories

The room looked beautiful. The walls had shelves lined around them, shelving probably thousands of books in his high-ceiling room. In the middle of the room was an antique oak table paired with a wooden chair that was shaped like a throne for elven royalties. In front of the table seated two loveseats facing each other and a glass coffee table with a black cloth with sophisticated embroidery covering it.

The room was adorned with rich tapestries that hung from the walls, depicting scenes of ancient lore and mythical creatures. Their intricate designs and vibrant colors captured my attention, transporting me to a world of fantasy and wonder. The flooring beneath my feet was made of polished marble, its smooth surface reflecting the soft glow of the chandeliers that hung above. The golden hues danced across the room, casting a warm and inviting ambiance. A large, intricately carved wooden bed stood as the centerpiece of the room. Its ornate details and fine craftsmanship spoke of the wealth and artistry that surrounded me. The plush bedding beckoned, promising a night of comfort and repose.

Coordinating heavy metal chairs completed the setting. ‘Monstrous appliances; a typical modern art.’ He thought. He wouldn't buy something like this, that he didn't think deserved to be called a piece of furniture. In the room stood a navy blue couch against the wall; next to it was a glass chest of drawers and a lamp almost two meters high, looking like a tree of happiness. ‘What a tasteless thing!’ He felt that the only thing missing here was a shoddy, kitschy Christmas tree. At some moment, he realized that someone was standing next to him and it was definitely not Pierre. It was no longer appropriate to stare at photos or bland furniture and kitschy equipment. He turned around.

I added. "I am not forcing you to be in the same suite with me, you can always have yours" He replied as we walked in and the next thing that left my mouth was "Wow". The furniture was made of gold and the floors were marbles according to that man. "Do you like it?" Damon asked. "I love it," I replied. "That's great," He replied. "Let's take a walk" I said. "I can't go, I have business to handle," He replied.

"All the furniture are crafted with Boniodendron minus. Tens of thousand wouldn't even be enough for a coffee table, it could go up to hundreds of thousands of dollars. Each and every series of full-set furniture here would cost from a million to ten millions or above..." Sabrina's eyes widened in shock. She remained silent for a short while before saying, "Sebastian, we don't need furniture." He snorted. "You keep saying how much you owe your mom, how she hasn't had the chance to experience good days, and how-" He went on and on as though he was reciting a poem, and an awkward grin immediately appeared on her face. "Thank you, Sebastian, thank you so much for thinking this far for my mother

Aiden sat in his throne room, deep in thought. The room was grand, with high vaulted ceilings and walls adorned with intricate carvings and murals depicting epic battles and legendary creatures. The floor was made of polished marble, reflecting the light of the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The throne itself was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, with intricate carvings of dragons and other mythical creatures adorning the arms and backrest.

It contained opulent furnishings, tapestries, patterned wallpaper, rich colours, flowers, and sentimental pictures and drawings. The Victorian furniture was decoratively carved and over-stuffed, with pieces like button-back armchairs, chaise lounges, and ottomans. "Please wait here and make yourself at home while I call on the Jordans. They've been expecting you. Excuse me", he said with a half-smile and his dark orbs were blank of any emotion. He give a slight bow and disappeared into the hallway. "Make myself at home eh" she scoffed. Is he actually messing with her right now? She's a bloody debtor, here to repay the Dankworth's debt to the Jordans. She's a slave.

I giggled, “Is that why you look like that?” “Like what?” “Like you have a stick up your ass?” He gave me a quizzical look. “A what?” “It’s an analogy.” I shrugged, “Anyway, I don’t have enough time to go into the city to get room decorations, so, this is what I can do for now. Plus, you can sometimes find cool stuff.” “Like the grass rug?” He asked, making me laugh. “Yeah, like the grass rug.” Alexander and I looked through the racks of furnishings for a while until we moved to the furniture portion. “Why must you get the most atrocious-looking things?” Alexander asked as I sat in a brown lazy boy recliner. “Atrocious? I think it has character?”

I took out time to go Furniture shopping. I walked into Home paradise furniture shop where I bought kitchen cabinets, a tall dresser, a tufted bed, side chairs with my favorite bright pink color to complement my light pink bedroom wall. A pink sofa, a Canaan oak acrylic console tables and a lot of things to make it feel warmer. After I paid, the house moving agency delivered everything and arrange them according to my illustration.

The second he walked in the door, I asked, "Does my slavery start this Friday?" He smiled at my eagerness and replied, "It does, dear wife. I see Lowe's delivered the stuff I ordered. You will have to help me since we don't have much time." "Help you with what?" "With a new piece of furniture I designed." "Furniture?" I remembered the ropes and chains and couldn't recall any furniture using anything like that except deck furniture, like swings or gliders for a porch. "Yes, bondage furniture. Something to keep an unruly slave in line. Which is why we need to hurry. I'd like it to be done in the raw state by Friday and tomorrow is poker night." My pussy tightened.