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.

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.

Archander lets my hand drop to my side before pushing the door open and leading me inside. My mouth hangs open as soon as I step on the other side of the door. This place is so huge. Bigger than the courtroom. It’s a circular room with a fountain at its center. The fountain is dry. It’s covered with an odd black crust while the dirty white marble peeks from beneath it at several places. There’s again a big dome instead of the ceiling, made of tinted glass that’s projecting colorful patterns on the floor.

"It's for the twins whenever they come here, isn't it?" "I promised to give my children the best, I'm only fulfilling my promise. There's more to come though. Come with me." He takes her towards a glass office at the end of the hall, right after a well equipped secretary table. He pushes open the door and they go inside together. There is a medium large thick and polished to shining wood table in the middle. "It's made of Oak. Very very reliable." "I trust you, I didn't even need to ask." She mutters right back as she runs her hand over the table. She runs her hand over the leader swivel chair that compliments it as well. "What's this bulge here?"

Though my feet weren’t quite well, I managed to stroll. When the host saw Constantine, he immediately nodded and smiled widely. “Mr. Night, what an honor to see you here!” “Is my table available?” Constantine asked. “Certainly, sir. Please, follow me.” The host showed the way to what Constantine called his table. It was the table in the center. All the tables and chairs in the room are black granite, yet the center table is exceptional since the table and chairs are gold-plated. The host pulled the chair for Constantine while a server came and pulled the chair for me. The server handed over the menu book to Constantine and me. However, he ignored the server. The host moved his chin, signalin

"Well, I know it can hold me." Everyone in the room looked at Becca in unison, as she blushed a little. "That table is cedar, it's the reason the room smells so nice. It was gifted to the office by a woodworking firm in Maine. You could put a dozen people on that table and it wouldn't bend an inch." "I'll keep that in mind for NEXT time," Justine interjected, slowly beginning to toy at her clit. "Next time," added Miss Hannah, also seemingly now playing with herself.