Half Circle Console Table Novels & Stories

A large, elliptical table dominated the room, its surface made of gleaming silver-gray glass that reflected the light from the overhead LED fixtures. Around the table were about a dozen chairs, almost all of them occupied by people whose faces bore a mix of anticipation and professionalism. Among them was Dr. Peterson Ganner, tapping away on the apple laptop in front of him. The others, mostly fellow researchers and scientists, nodded quietly to one another as they conversed in quiet tones, glancing every now and then at the entrance door.

“Maybe saying is not enough. You should do something to prove that,” Aurora said. Just then, the elevator stopped. The door opened up to the Rogue’s Counseling Hall. This hall looked grand and spacious. Vaulted ceilings soared high above, adorned with gilded embellishments that caught the light of immense chandeliers. Marble pillars lined the periphery, framing the tremendous space. At the chamber's heart sat a table of polished mahogany, ringed by velvet chairs. What caught Aurora’s eyes the moment she walked into the hall was the centerpiece of that table—

My eyes trailed to the 64 inch television hanging on the wall displaying varieties of channels, the complete home theater sound system that could blast the entire wall street out of their houses, then the dining table. It had twenty-four chairs! Is this a conference table because that's exactly how the dining looked. The round glass table was enough to host fifty people in a ball. I noticed the glass table wasn't transparent but opaque glass. Hmm, looks like someone is intelligent. "...and this is Miss Hailey Parker, my bride." I snapped my head back to the little group just in time to hear grumpy's last words. A stupid feeling blossomed in my heart. He had called me his bride, that stupid i

She couldn’t. The hallway was dim, lit only by backup lights that flickered ominously. “Where now?” Jackson asked. Cole swiped his card through a smaller door marked: DATA INTEGRITY CORE AUTHORIZED ACCESS ONLY. The lock clicked. The door swung open. Savannah stopped dead. The room beyond was massive, circular, filled with towering data columns. Blue light rippled across the floor in veins, pulsing like energy beneath their feet. In the center of the room stood a single glass console, glowing red.

Together. The council room was grand and formal, befitting of the important meetings that took place within its walls. The centerpiece of the room was a large, circular table. Made from polished oak, it was symbolic of our unity - there was no head of the table, everyone was equal, everyone's voice was heard.

Soft, ambient lighting illuminated the room, casting a warm glow that created an atmosphere of intimacy and focus. The furniture was meticulously chosen, each piece a testament to elegance and comfort. The long conference table, made of polished mahogany, commanded attention at the center of the room. The chairs, upholstered in plush velvet, invited occupants to settle in with a sense of both authority and relaxation. The table itself was adorned with an array of writing instruments, elegant notepads, and a sleek audio system, allowing for efficient communication and documentation of the meeting.

It was entirely designed in shades of brown; the Caffe latte style, as I was to discover later. Shades of walnut and bronze blended with each other in such an aesthetic way that I looked about me, wide-eyed. The modern pieces of furniture were also so perfectly aligned with mid-century woodwork, I wanted to stand and gape. The elegant, marble and wood dining table, oval in shape, could easily seat 12 people, I thought, my heart hammering. But St Just was already at the table, drawing out a chair for me and I hurried across. As I sat, my shoulder brushed against his chest and I felt a frisson of …something undefinable. I looked up and saw the way his firm mouth tightened.

We'd have to divide into parties so that one team could remain inside and observe the scientist while the other got the samples in. Justine escorted us down to an adjacent common area. There's a flat-screen Television set, which I'm positive isn't working anymore, as well as various sofas, mahogany tables, and bookshelves. Somewhere in the corner, there seems to be a bowling alley, and I noticed a video game console connected to the Television. It seemed to be some form of Nintendo Switch, but I've never had one, so I'm not certain. There's also a mound of consoles in the entertainment area, and I noticed Ricky and Peter focusing on them.

They'd built a semicircle. Not from nothing — the First Void War chamber had curved wall sections that Marcus had been studying since the structural survey, the original design suggesting the room had been intended for exactly this kind of assembly before it had been repurposed for emergency tactical use. He'd extended those curves with salvaged stone and the structural steel from Rowan's supply crates, and what existed now was a semicircular table large enough for forty-two seated positions with the gap in the curve facing the central platform. Theron looked at it.