Half Circle Coffee Table Novels & Stories

They painted the interiors and walls in light shades combined with a little lighting of warm colors, such as shades of red, brown, and orange. It amazed me at the place; it expanded even more inside. In the very center are several large circular tables. The space is far from the table on the side, where only two people can sit. I looked up at the minibar at the end. "Tiff, it’s okay that we just go where we always sit before." "What do you mean we're going to celebrate and we won't use up the 50,000 if we're just there? Of course, let's enjoy the night! Sky's the limit, because let's celebrate to the max."

The space is incredible. I take a seat at the large oak table that can easily seat twelve people and stretch my legs out in front of me as Arabella hops on the chair beside me on my left. A young man appears with a pot of coffee and begins to pour. “Thank you, Oscar.” Mirabella says and stirs in some cream into her cup and hands me the jug. I shake my head. I prefer my coffee black and strong.

But this time, as the bookshelf swung open with a low groan, we were met with the sight of a grand study room, far more expansive than I had imagined. The room was dominated by a large, imposing round table at its center. The wood was dark, nearly black, and its surface was intricately carved with the design of a labyrinth. The maze's twists and turns were mesmerizing, drawing the eye toward its center, where an hourglass was engraved with precise detail. At the end of the maze was a circular space, resembling a cup, as if waiting to be filled. We sat around the table together on the floor. She moved with a practiced grace, her movements deliberate as she motioned for us to give her our hand

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.

Sunlight streams through tall, arched windows draped with sheer, pastel curtains, matching the scatter pillows stacked on the plush-looking sofas. In the center of the room is a circular, whitewashed wooden table, surrounded by dainty chairs. The table is currently set with a vase of fresh roses and a fair selection of delightful treats, from macarons to chocolate-dipped strawberries. It’s perfect for hanging out with your friends or group study sessions. Ariah turns to face me, walking backward. “I recommend our room or the library if you need silence.”

Alexia. I stood at the corner of Michael's office as I poured coffee into a white mug that was on top of a short mahogany table that stood at the centre of Michael's office. This office was quite large. When you walked in, you'd be met by a medium, circle shaped rug that was at the centre of the room with the table on it. His desk and file storage units were behind that and a large, potted plant stood on each corner of his work space. On the left, the entire wall was actually a window and it gave veiw to the beautiful scenery around.

I took a feeble step forward, the heels of my shoes hitting the shiny floor with their ridiculously loud clicking sound. It was about the size of Kate's apartment or possibly more. Light streamed from the big and small windows that were strategically located at the corners of the hall and a huge chandelier with round crystals hanging from it, hung high above a glass coffee table. Leather-clad throw pillows were arranged atop the white and grey couches that surrounded the glass coffee table. A couple of feet away from the couches, there were grey tall chairs that rounded a big dining table with yet another humongous crystal chandelier hanging high up. Four glass panel doors were located at di

Alora said. The dining table, which was just close to the living room, was also made of wood, but it was given an apple shape. This wasn’t something I had ever seen before. It wasn’t a wide and gigantic dining table as most homes in Paris had, including my dad’s house and Mark’s, but this was portable, and with a fruit shape. The moment I sat down, Alora snapped her fingers. “When will your husband be joining us?” Alora asked me. “Excuse me?” I asked, lost for a second.

The chairs around a large glass coffee table required straightening out and the coffee table wiped down from where someone had put a glass down without using a mat. The last thing was to dust the shelves, wall lights and desk without moving anything too much. Easy. Except it wasn't. Perhaps it was because Camille was rushing a little or just karma but either way disaster struck at the last hurdle. Moving the cloth over the desk too quickly, Camille's elbow glanced against some strange looking object that was far too close to the edge of the desk. It had a small circular base with a thin pole coming out of the middle before disappearing into a large cylinder-like vessel. While the stand was m

I have a feeling that Dante might have let slip that I had talked to the Moon Goddess again but I do not know for sure. Amora is the last to walk through the door. The others have already met me at the table and had a seat while waiting for her. I created this table circular for our meetings. During formal events I tend to use a rectangular table but for times like this a circle table helps to stimulate conversation. "Thank you all for coming so quickly." I say once everybody has a seat. "So, are you finally going to tell us what has had you so happy and excited since yesterday?" Dante asks.