Intercontinental Marble Novels & Stories

Robb glanced at her and interrupted, “ This isn't the moon crystal, it's a fake, someone made it look like the moon crystal to deceive you, ” Amaria's eyes widened in disbelief. She shook her head and tried processing everything she just heard. “ Then what is it? ” Dove asked. “ It's Larq, a crystal made from pure infant blood, this was normally used back in the days to lure Daemons into a trap. Daemons sure love the smell and taste of an infant's blood, it stimulates their appetite and makes them go madly hungry. But now it is considered as an illegal act to sell or produce this thing.” Robb explained.

The night breeze fanned her skin when she alighted from the yatch and they made their way to a beach resort on the island of Haling Cove. The resort had been a fabulous exquisite looking glass house which seemed portable and classy at the same time. The interior decor was modern and screamed finesse, vibrant colors decked the walls of the house; something which Marcellus's mansion at Ocean city lacked. The expensive house looked like one of those houses on Bondi beach or the resorts on the Maldives.

which was not only designed with first-class taste under Frost's supervision, but also constructed at a rapid pace, and the quality of the project was also top-notch. The park's gate was just two seemingly casually placed white marble slabs, but in fact, they were the most expensive marble in the world, at 500 dollars per square meter, from India, the same mine that produced the famous marble used to build the Taj Mahal. It was as white as jade, because it contained calcium and no iron, so it not only wouldn't change colour, but it would also become shinier over time. These two marble slabs had not been finely polished and still retained some of the traces left during mining, but they looked

My intention was to give Isla the spectrum of light, not just the endless void of her chosen darkness. On a makeshift workbench, I laid out the tabletop samples. The elegant honed-white marble, then a really dramatic dark darker quartz gray with its white veining. This was the first nod to her. The last was more dramatic and the one I preferred. The marble was a true dark purplish, it was nearly black with a tiny bit of near gray veining. I stood back, arms crossed, letting the silence of the construction site settle the tension in my chest. A shadow fell across the floor.

Music drifted out the door-a soft jazz that seemed somewhat romantic. Jasper motioned for me to follow him, before he started walking again. Still shaking my head, I enter his house, and the door automatically closes behind me. Inside his house is even more stunning than the outside. Lights seem to be his favourite thing, I note, as I stare directly up at the giant chandelier taking prime place in the middle of the room, hanging almost dangerously down from the ceiling. It glitters with glass and diamonds, casting an intricate pattern over the marble floor I walk on.

The house looks like a series of squares, slicing through the building on top of the cliff, seeing it with an omniscient eye from the beach. The house is built with the finest Italian Carrara marble from a 300-year-old quarry in Verona, furnished with contemporary Irish furniture, and embellished with powerful metal sculptures. It showcased a minimalist style in the restrained color palette and the absence of cornices, moldings, and trims. The interior is like a stage for the drama of natural light. The Sunlight bounces off whitewashed walls, changing the mood in the rooms as the day progresses.