Gothic Table Runner Novels & Stories

Based on our bedroom and bathroom decor, I’d been worried about what kind of party these wolves would throw. At least ninety tables were draped in dark purple and gold tablecloths, with low bouquets of white and purple flowers as the centerpieces. The walls were draped with the same dark purple fabric with gold accents between the stained glass windows and doors to the terraces. Hanging from the ceiling were gold lights shaped like stars, and a large full moonlight was in the center. The whole room had a very fantasy world vibe, as if they were planning to host their Goddess herself rather than their new Alpha and Aleph.

Nobody went smaller in gambling. So she pulled out her car key and slammed it on the table. “A Porsche Panamera. I just bought it, and it cost over a million. So let’s call it one million flat. You in?” I stared at the keys, eyes glinting, and Taylor smirked knowingly. She covered the keys with her hand. “I’m putting up a million dollars. You’ll have to put up something equal in value.” “Earlier, I won half a million grand, and with my house deed added in, that’s about a million. I’m not taking advantage of you.”

At least she was starting to learn. The rest of the meeting was spent turning her soft, romantic vision into something that actually mattered, gothic luxury. I wanted the ballroom to look like sin itself had dressed up for the night. Heavy drapes, dark florals, and gold cutlery. The kind of beauty that makes people uncomfortable, makes them whisper but keeps them staring. Let them all suffer while pretending to enjoy the night.

They had created an archway, which was also covered in silk and lace. There were runners along the floor where Hope would make her way to the archway and to me. The tables were all lined with laced table cloths and had huge vases of white red and pink roses paired with baby's breath in the centers. The backs of the chairs were also covered in light green silk. "What do you think?" I asked her. "Wyatt , it is breathtaking. More than I could have ever imagined." "It is all for you, my little mate."

Decorating it was. I had to admit, she did a great job. The bunting, as she called it, cascaded like shimmering silver curtains over the doorway, tied back with ribbons of navy blue and black in keeping with the whole Goth theme. The black balloons she'd allowed me to blow up and place floated overhead like a cloud of doom. Blood would love it. Alison set out black and silver napkins while I tried to help and only got in the way. We'd totally taken over the library, though with a large table now in the middle ready to receive finger foods and drinks, it seemed more like a dining room.

I announce while doing my best to ignore the pull of our bond and the influence it has over my senses. “You’re quite keen on that, aren’t you?” he says dryly. We enter a very gothic-looking parlour with an eerie yet seductive atmosphere. The three sectioned windows look out towards the overcast side of the forest, filling the room with minimal light. Grand candelabras against the walls between the windows suddenly become a light, providing the room with a reddish glow. The walls and curtains are black as night, the floorboards are a warm brown and the rug features a disturbing design that looks more like it was once evidence at a crime scene. A classically designed sofa and two matching armc

Dust particles danced in the stagnant air, adding to the sense of foreboding that hung heavy in the atmosphere. My gaze fell upon a long table, covered with a tattered cloth. Curiosity mingled with fear as I hesitantly approached it. As I pulled back the worn fabric, a chilling sight unveiled before me. The surface of the table was littered with an assortment of macabre tools. Rusty knives, saws, and other instruments of torment glinted ominously under the feeble light.

The tables that line a dance floor are draped with burgundy tablecloths, and deep red roses sit in the middle of them. Everything is red and black, reminding me again that everyone whose eyes are currently resting on me are vampires and that this evening would be a bloody show. “Don’t be nervous,” Allister murmurs, taking my tensing as fear. “No one would dare do anything as long as I’m here.” “I’m not worried about that,” I counter. “Anyway, you’re just as much of a threat as the rest.” At my words, Allister lets out a loud laugh, which causes my insides to do weird things.

Who would miss such a beautiful room that can take any bride breath away? Even with the milky transparent curtains which had turned brown due to dust and the cobwebs on the bed stands and around every corner of the room, it's still took my breath away. The dust and cobweb gave it a gothic feeling. I couldn't help my curiosity and my legs took me inside, I took a closer look on a frame which lie face down on the bedside table not minding the dust stuck to my palm and clothes. I gaze with trembling hand at the picture of Emilio and a gold haired lady....the lady...was beautifully dressed in a wedding gown!

The castle was buzzing with excitement. My mother had somehow managed to turn our large home into the most lovely wedding venue in two days time. Tables were set in the dining hall with the most beautiful gold China and crystals lined every vase, stairwell table and light fixture. White and red roses was expertly placed on every chair, hallway and arch wile the tapestry and table cloths matched in patterns of crimson red and bright white. The alter was a combination of crystals, roses and silk fabric bringing a sense of romance to the room.