King Edward Vii Love Chair Novels & Stories

Charlotte gritted out through clenched teeth. “Thank you! As the chairman of the board, I now officially declare that you are dismissed from your post as the CEO of Wilson Group. You can get out of now.” He declared condescendingly, an air of superiority surrounding him. Having expected such an announcement, Charlotte nodded shortly and left the company without any objection. **** Once Charlotte was left, Adam entered the office of the chairman of Wilson Group and sat on the new high-back leather chair, sighing with satisfaction. The chair was customized in England. It was said that this chair was the same model as the Queen. It was very comfortable.

A massive chandelier hangs above, shining brightly. A huge circular table takes up most of the space of the room, around twelve chairs arranged around it. I can tell that we’re the last ones here. My eyes go to the chair at the heart of the table, where someone who looks exactly like the Empress sits. A young man with golden hair and eyes, and furious scowl on his mouth. The golden circlet at his brow gives away that he’s from the royal House of Devereaux.

"No! I don't think you can find another one in the entire country!" Immediately, Claude stepped forward. "This Double Dragon Throne Chair looks so good. The dragon head statues looked so surreal. I don't think anyone could easily be worthy of possessing such a chair. Only a big shot like Mister Zachariah was worthy to own such a chair." "Haha. You think so?" Zachariah smiled even brighter as he felt happy upon hearing that. However, he did not expect Severin to pour a bucket of cold water over his excitement in just a second.

There’s also a small table nearby with two white and golden Victorian-styled chairs. What intrigues me is the set of covered plates on the table. Did Lorenzo plan all this? “I thought we could maybe have lunch here.” “I’d love to.” I grin at him, silently loving the way he relaxes at the simple gesture. I raise my arms slightly for Lorenzo to get me out of my wheelchair and help me into the chair by the table. He smiles warmly at me then picks me up bridal style and sets me in the Victorian chair before sitting across the table from me.

The door opened with a slow hydraulic hiss. Inside: a round room. Circular, windowless, built like a vault. Seven chairs formed a ring, upholstered in blood-red velvet, each backed by high ironwork rising like a crown. At the center: a smaller, lower seat unadorned, hard, meant to be knelt before. Or on. The archive’s true chamber. She stepped forward. Each chair had a nameplate. Dominic Wade. Julien Fawcett. Madame Renée. S. Blackthorn.

And also she should contact her dad or brother to tell about the whole kidnap thing before they create a havoc. Swinging her handbag she searched for the devil of her life but the main hall is empty, she thought to meet Aurora in the kitchen but on second thought changed her direction and went to the other side of the hall, to the meeting area, there he is, the Moron reading the documents very carefully. There are total of six black leather chairs in the meeting hall. The one Ralph sat at the head was with a long back and it's exquisite with black fine leather and designed with real black diamonds, it's not just a chair but his throne.

The floor beneath them began moving. Everyone stepped back. The center of the vault opened. A circular platform rose from below. On it stood a black chair. It looked ancient. But beneath it were glowing screens and biometric scanners. Ava stared. "That's the throne?" Victor nodded. "The original Black Rose throne." Daniel laughed bitterly. "You actually built a throne?" Victor smiled. "Power needs a seat." Ava shook her head. "This is insane." Victor looked at her. "Sit." "No."

I know who’s organized this. The guy runs through how to charge and operate it, and how to fold it down, and I listen as best as I can while my head spins. When he’s done, I bring the chair inside and take it into the living room. Mum looks up from her crochet and stares at it. “It’s from Kip,” I say, my voice squeaky with emotion. We both know it’ll mean increased freedom for her around the house, and maybe even when we go out, if I can figure a way to get it in and out of the car.

There was a short bookcase along a wall under three large odd paintings. Edward’s desk was along the far wall. He also had a corner view with floor to ceiling windows as two of the walls in his office. There were two modern white leather chairs in front of his desk. They looked like the ones in the waiting room but more like an upgraded version. Edward’s desk was sleek and black with a glass top. His chair was white leather with black outlines. He had very little clutter on his desk, just a computer monitor and an iPad.

In addition to the five occupied chairs, four more sat vacant. One of the seated men was significantly larger than his fellows, in girth more so than height. His high-backed chair—more of a throne, really—was larger and more ornate than the others as well. Intricate carved runes covered much of the chair’s dark wood surface. The special chair left little doubt that this man was the leader of the group.