Half Circle Coffee Table Novels & Stories

I muttered with a look of awe and admiration. It was like stepping into a fantasy library. The walls were soft-tone red with flecks of black and white. Shelves and shelves of books were neatly arranged in a circular manner. In the center was a little table with an unlit scented candle and two rows of beautiful bookmarks. Three chairs were alongside. There was also a coffee maker in the corner and a soft looking couch.

The coffee table in front of the sofa is a work of art, made of polished marble with delicate patterns etched into its surface. As I looked around, my eyes were drawn to the exquisite chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It sparkled and shimmered, casting a gentle cascade of light and shadow across the sitting room. The cold, velvety titles under my feet felt like walking on a cloud, its deep pile inviting me to take off my shoes and revel in their comfort.

The room was spacious, with the bed large enough to comfortably accommodate a small crowd. At the foot of the bed, there was a round-shaped ottoman, its arctic white upholstery matching that of the two sofas that flanked it. A coffee table sat in the center of the sofas, providing a convenient spot for drinks or other items. Two bedside tables stood on either side of the bed, each adorned with oval-shaped lamps that added a touch of elegance to the room.

Across from the inviting sofa, a sleek glass coffee table displayed meticulously arranged magazines and a small vase of fresh flowers, diffusing a delicate scent throughout the air. A reception desk stood against the wall, constructed from elegant dark mahogany wood. Utterly organized, it showcased a sleek computer monitor, a stack of neatly filed papers, and a phone resting in one corner. A polished silver nameplate proudly displayed the name "Juliette Davis" in elegant calligraphy.

⊰ Marcel ⊱ I eye the golden-brown liquid as I set the half-empty decanter down on the coffee table, hearing it clink against the glass surface. With the round stopper, I secure it atop the decanter before turning to face the room with a half-full glass in my hand.

The review says it’s a good place for stargazing. This café is pretty unique. We are inside a big half-round transparent glass, making us can see everything happens outside. But people outside this café can’t see in through the glass. The owner might have applied something like one way window film to provide the customers privacy. On the inside, the setup is mostly made from wooden material, making it feels cozy.

I laugh. The twins and I put together the rest of the furniture that arrived and do some last minute touches to our apartment. We have the cutest round table in the dining room that is a distressed white color on the crisscrossed legs and a light brown color for the top. I am in love with our farmhouse tv stand that has chicken wire on little barn doors and the matching end tables. The bar stools for the island are made out of old whiskey barrels that also matches the custom made bookshelf that lines the wall in the living room.

In the corner was a small circular table with a radio on it. "Let me guess...you designed this room?" I asked with an arched brow, he chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. "Nope. This one was all Jewels." I stifle a laugh. "Jewels?" His cheeks tinge rosy as he rubs the back of his neck.

Everything that is seen in the picture isn't like you see? I trot towards the long table in front of the window which has some books stacked in them and then a computer in the centre of it. Some tendrils of pothos is hanging from the table to the window and it looks much more fantastic because of it. And by the table is a huge queen sized round bed with such a decorated and designed head rest.

Inside at the table two women sit with their coffee and the quiet precision of people who know exactly what they've built and why it was worth building. The farmhouse holding all of it. The table that needed to be bigger. Getting bigger still.