Half Circle Console Table Novels & Stories

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

But as I padded into the living room, I couldn't help but stiffen, narrowing my eyes at the nearly immaculate room greeting me. A brand new coffee table the color of blazing mahogany sat in between the loveseat and couch, just where the one Asheton had reduced to plywood once sat. The tv, or should I say, the brand spanking new, latest model in ultra-sleek, high definition plasma screens took up nearly the entire wall where dad's old tv stand used to be. And just beneath it, there stood a beautifully hand-crafted wooden center console complete with little shelves stocked with what had been salvaged of mom's old trinkets.

Thousands of miles away from where Leesa and Rave said their goodbyes to Dominic, five shadowy figures sat in a large, dimly lit room, gathered around a dark, round table at least ten feet in diameter. The table’s smooth surface was fashioned out of a special, highly polished material that looked almost like black glass. Candles flickered in brass sconces on the chamber’s stone walls, but strangely, none of the light reflected off the top of the table. The dark surface seemed to swallow any illumination that struck it. In addition to the five occupied chairs, four more sat vacant.

Athena P.O.V. The Council room is big, circular and has a platform where the Elders are seated in a halfmoon, overlooking the floor, where Alpha’s and Luna’s are seated at a circular table, also made as a giant halfmoon, so everyone can see each other. The floor is covered in big rugs held in royal maroon colors, the wood chosen for the tables and chairs some sort of dark material. Again there’s torches on the wall to give light, chandeliers (three of them) and fireplaces for warmth as well as light off to the side.

And it wasn’t over. I pivoted toward one of the round tables near the rear of the room, a low-hanging centerpiece half upended over the tablecloth. Candlelight from the piece flickered and danced against the walls. I saw the flame move. A glint underneath the silver-trimmed base. Something inhuman. Decorative but not quite. I didn’t hesitate. I skirted around the velvet runner and yanked the centerpiece aside with one hand. And dropped my stomach. Etched into the table itself in red chalk and burnt black ink was a charm circle.

The moment Elena was out of eyeshot, Marianne glanced toward me again before pushing the silver doors open herself. “Come in, Nyssa.” I stepped inside with the women following behind me. The inner hall was circular and at the center of the hall was a massive round table that was carved from dark wood. It had eight wooden seats around it. Eight for the neighboring packs. This was the true heart of the Crescent Court, not the beautiful entrance hall or the luxurious architecture around the building. No, this was where alliances were formed and politics was influenced. Marianne gestured toward one of the empty seats near the edge of the table. “Sit.”

A small table held a vase of fresh wildflowers, their sweet scent subtly filling the air. “This...” Nicola whispered, her voice thick with awe. “This is incredible.” She turned slowly, taking in the dining area. A colossal wooden table sat at its center, its natural grain preserved and polished to perfection. The table was flanked by sturdy, cushioned chairs, and above it hung a stunning chandelier made of antlers and iron, its design both rustic and refined. To the side was the kitchen, sleek yet practical. Marble countertops gleamed under the light, and the high-end appliances looked both modern and seamlessly integrated into the earthy aesthetic of the space. A row of barstools lined the

I went into the big hall which was on the first floor to the left. It was a huge room with a pool table, bar, a big 82’ flat screen on the wall with an Xbox, and other types of gaming consoles. The entire wall to the outside was floor-to-ceiling windows that you could open and they led to the backyard where there was a pool, a barbecue area, a jacuzzi, and what seemed like a boxing ring of sorts. I stood by the wall where I had walked in, not wanting to disturb anyone when someone called for me.

The summit hall was designed to intimidate. Not with noise or spectacle, those were tools for amateurs, for people who needed to shout to be heard. This room intimidated with silence. The circular table at the center was carved from a single slab of black marble, its polished surface reflecting the soft glow of chandeliers overhead like dark water reflecting moonlight. Screens lined the walls, displaying shifting maps of global markets, energy routes, and digital infrastructure networks, the invisible architecture of power rendered visible only to the people in this room.

That restaurant had a unique interior where each table was circular with long half-circle seats on one side—facing a large glass window that allowed all visitors to gaze outside. Whether it was intentional or not, Lucas always brought her to places with large windows like this. She hoped it was just a coincidence because she didn't know how to react if Lucas found out she liked places like this—places on top of buildings where she could look around through those large windows. It feels like flying at great heights—making her feel free for a moment. "You'll be even more amazed when you come here at night," Lucas sat in the middle of the circle, facing the window, while Clara chose to sit on t