Jellybean Rug Novels & Stories

A round woven rug and wicker baskets. Tiffany sighed with deep pleasure, her eyes glowing with love for everything. "It feels like a spa. Peaceful and intimate." Finally, they entered the bedroom. The beige and brown colour palette created a cosy vibe, while black furniture made it look so sleek, matching the bedside tables and black lamps flanking the bed. "I guess all the rooms look the same." She said, stopping the wheelchair by the bedside and glancing around. The bedding was layered with plush pillows, and a textured rug lay beneath the bed. In the corner, an indoor plant sat gracefully.

Shaking his head with a really faint, almost invisible smile on his face, he could only come to a conclusion that she really was full of surprises. Just like her office, her living room was dominated by the unflashy and conservative colours of black, grey and white, having their vintage patterned floor rug – which was placed at the centre of the room amongst others – to brighten and act as a contrasting colour of bright red to the whole arrangement. Jordan once again, couldn't help but commend her magnificent taste until he stopped abruptly when he saw a bright orange bean bag whose colour held a dissimilitude against the aesthetics of the room. He knew right away that that couldn't be his g

Nearby, a white and blush dresser and woven baskets hold plush toys, while a pale pink crocheted rug with an animal design and a cozy blush knitted pouf complete the space, making the room feel airy, calm, and enchanting. My throat tightens as I take it all in, because I don’t know whether to smile or cry.

I agreed, already imagining the spread of snacks and drinks. After our grocery run, we made our way to ‘Bejeweled’, the flagship jewelry store and head office of Raven’s company. The store was a masterpiece of modern elegance, its exterior adorned with sleek, black marble and gold accents that shimmered under the soft glow of the streetlights. The name Bejeweled was etched in bold, cursive letters above the entrance, exuding an air of sophistication.

The foyer welcomed her with its polished marble floors and intricate chandeliers, casting a soft, warm glow that seemed to dance in harmony with her amazement. But it was the interior that truly mesmerized her. Every room she explored revealed a treasure trove of antiques and artifacts, reminiscent of a bygone era. A majestic bear rug adorned the floor, a silent guardian of the living room. A deer head, mounted on the wall, stared back at her with glassy eyes, a testament to the wild beauty of nature. ‌

I replied, unable to come up with a better excuse. He took me down the hall and into the small library. It was cozy. Books lined the cherry wood shelves covering every inch of the walls not occupied by the fireplace, a door or a window. On the floor was a thick Persian rug. A few weeks ago Troy had shared that the carpet was a replica of a prayer rug. It was deep red with diamond shaped designs, and what looked like four cups in the very center. There were muted golds, greens, and natural colors as well as black.

Jamie replied and slumped down onto his bed. Jared was taken aback by Jamie's creativity. He never knew Jamie could be so orderly. Fairy lights were lined up at the right side of the wall, close to his queen size bed that was horizontally placed at the right corner of the room. A welcome purple themed rug covered the first half of the room, leaving the other half of marble floor exposed and shiny. The bed was placed partly on the rug and partly on the marble floor. The purple rug matched colors with the purple blanket and purple pillows laid neatly on the bed.

Bonnie followed him a little ways, passing through a small door that led into a completely different area. There was a huge television screen on one wall. Across from that, was a brown leather sectional couch. It looked so soft and cozy. It took a lot of willpower to keep Bonnie from running over to it and collapsing. The fact that she was soaking wet helped. She didn’t want to ruin it. In the center of the room was an expensive-looking oriental rug. She didn’t know much about the world of rugs, but she knew when something was handmade. This particular rug, she knew, was most certainly not created by a machine.

Juicy had swept inside kicking off her flip flops, flicking on the light switch and almost running to, what he assumed, was the bathroom. "I'll be right out Troy. WHEW! I really gotta go! Make yourself at home!" She had a lot of animal print in her apartment. There was a faux zebra print rug in front of a black fur love-seat which was opposite a red plush chair and ottoman. Her home was spotless. Prints of African American scenes covered her walls. There was a bushman spearing a tiger, a momma holding a baby with corkscrewed dredlocks, a man's form folded artfully against a woman's.