Novel & Cerita Fantasy's Furniture

Jess gushed. They sat down at a coffee table shaped like a coffin. It even had a body under the glass case—presumably, a dummy. With a striped red and black jumper, Jess guessed it was made up to look like Freddy Kruger. "Your house is awesome," Jess said, taking in his collection of macabre and wonderful ornaments. It was everything Damien wanted his room to be, dark, magical, and stylish. On his black bookshelf sat a comic book collection that would make Kiaan jealous as well as books with symbols—some of which she recognised from Damien's jewellery.

I know he saw me leave, but he probably didn't lack company for the walk home. "Can I come in?" He asks, looking around my room. I'm guessing it's not what he'd expect to see in a girls room. I have a bench made of an old oak tree and a desk and chair from the same. My color scheme is pretty earth tones of green and brown. I have a willow tree painted on one of my walls. Even my bedspread is forest green.

I offer a quick wave and disappear up the stairs. Rhys’s study is almost identical to his office at the company. A large dark desk stands at the center of the room, with a high leather chair behind it. There’s a guest chair, a couch that looks like it costs more than my yearly salary, a few simple art pieces on the walls, and a bookshelf.

😋 I'm a good predictor😏 I sat down in the living room waiting for the girls, What exactly do they do in there rooms all day. Jake came down the stairs dressed for a special occasion. "Whats up" I said "I'm going out" he said "Oh, to where exactly" I asked "You'll soon find out, bit for now I'll stay here for a while before going" he said and joined me on the couch Nikki POV "That's perfect, its perfect" I said "I love it too" Alice said "You look ugly Alice" jean said "You're no fun" Alice said I missed them a lot "Do you think he'll like it?" Alice asked and jean nodded

Despite both of them were very real, thanks to the setting, and also since we were on earth, everything seems like a fantasy world that I just made up. “You all see here…this is the world that I called…Fantasma….it’s a world of Medieval fantasy…where there’s a swords, monsters, dragon…and everything that you can Imagine..magics too…I want you all to keep this in mind….these is the setting that I wanted….the vibes had to be maintained as it is…no matter what…”.

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?”

The wood furniture looked hand carved with images one normally found in a museum. “Are you okay?” Alessandra asked. “You’re staring around like you’re scared.” Charlotte laughed, walked closer to the fire, and took the one seat she didn’t mind wetting with the snow off her coat. “Your home is gorgeous, but everything looks so valuable and priceless. I’m afraid to touch anything.” Alessandra glanced at Brecc and Eros and broke into giggles. “Trust me when I tell you our furniture can withstand anything. My little one is crawling and nothing has broken or fallen over. You’re fine.”

He waited until the children in the nursery wing were settled. That was how I thought of it now, the nursery wing, even though there was no child there yet, only the room that had been prepared and the furniture that had arrived from the eastern territories as a gift from Lord Varen who had sent the acknowledgment letter and apparently felt that furniture was the appropriate accompanying gesture. The furniture was good quality. Caspian had stood in the doorway of the nursery and looked at it with the expression of a man who did not know what to do with the feeling it gave him.

"Get me something from Graci. A brand new set of living room furniture, and a white pure wool carpet. Bring them all to the Nolan Manor." After looking around, he added, "Don’t forget the exclusive crystal chandelier they made for me. Oh, get two Bruno dresses from next door too. They’re for Mel. And be quick!" Frederick was shocked when he heard that. He had underestimated their intimacy. It was too much! Graci was a furniture brand that specialized in high-end luxury goods. Most of the furniture was made of precious wood, or at least of old mahogany. Any piece from them was expensive.

There is a roaring fireplace that stretches all the way up to a tall ceiling, stone dragons making side pieces of the fireplace, holding it together in the fire. There isn’t much here for an immortal male, but maybe he isn’t a hoarder like I am. I’d only need a hundred years to overfill a room like this in pictures, statues, and furniture. I really don’t like to throw things away. There’s two wardrobes, dark and looming over the room like their owner. A chess set rests on the tip of a counter, and on the wall are a few paintings of a forest. I’m surprised to see a guitar lying against the side of the cabinet, its handle making it look like it’s used often.