Fantasy's Furniture Novels & Stories

That was an excuse Tate used to see Daphne. “Oh! We almost forgot!” “Well, we did forget for a moment.” “Longer than a moment, we almost left.” “Did you want it?” “Did I want what?” I ask, frowning at them. “Baby furniture.” “Alpha Leander’s was made in Araphyra.” “But ours is just as good.” “Babies love it.” “They sleep, well, like babies.” “What kind of baby furniture?” I ask them. “Any kind.” “All kinds.”

There are solid expensive furniture such as wooden cabinets, large table, couch with leather upholstery, a coffee table, beautiful figurines, decorative pillows, paintings, plants in elegant flowerpots which give the cabinet originality and uniqueness, and an aquarium with exotic fish which can calm and set up a positive mood to someone watching them. All in all, the designs inside Finn’s office is reflecting the strong-willed, purposeful, somewhat brutal nature of the person, and the stubborn desire to achieve the desired goal in variety ways. ‘It perfectly suits for a greedy person like him,’ Cassius thought before setting his eyes to the man who’s smiling widely at him. “Nice to have you

The overall effect was to make the room dark and unknown. Looking around further, I saw some other less obvious furniture. There was a single oversized chair with red velvet cushion and padding and a similar red velvet pillow on the floor at the chair's base. Another piece of furniture looked almost like a skinny picnic table, except the legs were canted outward rather than straight down or inward. It had similar red velvet padding on the top and down the sides. I could see where a person could be made to lay on it, face down or face up, and their legs would drape over the edge.

Adrian spotted a display near the back. “There. That whole section is fantasy themed. Dragons, unicorns, all that.” They made their way over and started pulling items off the shelves. Banners, balloons, paper plates with dragons on them, napkins, tablecloths. The cart filled up quickly. “This is so much stuff,” Kira said, looking at everything they’d grabbed. “Are we going overboard?” “Probably. But they’re only turning ten once.”

Chapter 5 Tristan's POV: I sat at my high throne that stood majestically in the grand hall, its presence commanding reverence and awe. Carved from a single block of polished ebony, it absorbed the light around it, radiating an aura of power and sophistication. Intricate patterns of gold and silver adorned its surface, depicting scenes of mythical creatures and celestial bodies. The armrests were shaped like lions' heads, their mouths open in a fierce roar, while the legs were designed to resemble serpents, coiled and ready to strike.

I remembered glancing at it at that time while leaving in a hurry. The furniture is a harmonious blend of luxurious fabrics and elegant designs, with sumptuous velvet sofas and armchairs upholstered in rich jewel tones. Ornate coffee tables and side tables crafted from polished wood or marble are adorned with decorative objects and fresh flowers, adding a touch of refinement to the space. “You two are here, finally,” came Zaylen’s voice as he descended through the staircase along with Jordan. I was a little baffled to see Zaylen in casual clothes, dressed in a denim blue shirt and cream colored pants. His sleeves were rolled up, and his shirt was untucked, leaving the top two buttons open.

I tell her. Everyone laughs when I say this, but it is true. I don’t do well with people that are stuck up and think they are better than everyone else. That is the main reason why I hated being home. Most people living in the castle think they are better than everyone else and deserve shit when they don’t. An oversized overstuffed pale silver couch sits between the two half-circle plant holders in front of the large bay window. The couch sits on a giant pale silver rug. “Is there a spell to keep the furniture and rug from getting stained?” I ask.

“No TV? What about the lights? Don't you have windows?” “Oh, yeah, there's a TV cabinet with some drawers under it. There's a desk in the corner with another phone on it and one of those high-speed network connection boxes. It's a fake-leather top thing, pretty tacky. Two spot halogen bulbs in the ceiling, but I've just got one of the bedside lights on. The whole wall opposite is glass. I suppose I should close the curtains.” “What about you? Where are you sitting? What are you wearing?”

He took slow steps towards the counter standing behind her. "And what do you suggest, Mr. Sanders? Are you a fan of fantasy?" Amara's voice carried a hint of curiosity, her eyes sparkling with interest. A nostalgic smile crept on the man’s face, his eyes twinkling. "Oh, indeed, my dear. Fantasy has been my constant companion throughout my years spent amidst these shelves of knowledge. There's simply nothing quite like the allure of a well-crafted tale, the intoxicating scent of old parchment, and the boundless worlds they conjure within our imaginations."

He was down on one knee lighting the fire. She was overwhelmed and impressed by the design of the large room. Most of the furniture was very old. The four poster king-sized bed was enclosed in heavy crimson draperies that were tied back with braided gold colored cords. She tilted her head back and stared at the ceiling, it had paintings of cherubs, winged creatures, and angels. “You have your private heaven.” Lucas followed her gaze from where he crouched, “sometimes you have to create what you can't have.”