Marble Floors Lyrics Novels & Stories

"And soon you'll be walking 'across the floor." The texture beneath my hands started to change. Instead of the rough and rigid concrete, it smoothed into something that resembled marble. "Put one foot in front of the other...and soon you'll be walking out the door." The flooring continued to smooth out beneath my fingertips. The darkness around me started to lighten, but only slightly. I squinted ahead of me and saw a faint yellow light that seemed to be flickering like a candle in the wind. My voice heightened slightly when I saw the light.

I reassure myself that tomorrow we’ll be out of sight and out of mind - lest our presence ruin the aesthetics of this very special event. We trudge to the packhouse and my jaw drops in despair as I take in the ballroom they want us to scrub. The floor is white marble and requires a softer soap and brush… this makes it harder to get the desired shine and naturally takes longer too. My knees groan of their own accord.

The floor exhales like healing skin. I rap the table twice not for order, just to hear it answer. The marble hums, warm and alive. “If someone sits here” “They won’t,” I say. “Chairs invite the wrong verbs.” “They’ll drag benches,” she smirks. “Spill soup. Kiss badly.” “Good.” The word smiles without me. Silence settles comfortable this time. The dome glows faintly. I glance at the doorway that isn’t a door. I’ll give it hinges, no lock.

So don't even bother askin' if you look okay You know I'll say When I see your face There's not a thing that I would change 'Cause you're amazing Just the way you are And when you smile The whole world stops and stares for a while 'Cause girl, you're amazing Just the way you are~" Bruno mars! Why does your lyrics have to eat my brain in this kind of situation?! "Tch! So clumsy." Kingstone said in a low tone. Why does my brain shouts that it's kind of sexy?!

The marble floors glittered from being polished, free of cracks and full of dazzling rainbows that caught the light. Not only were the pillars crack free and wrapped in vines of white roses, but a mural now shimmered across the sloped planes of the ceiling. A bull whose coat was paler than snow, standing atop a dark pelt. Even with the blood that covered it, the beauty and wonder of the night sky still shone through.

Britney tapped her heels on the black marble floor and commented, "Thank goodness. At least it won't stain my floor."

The hallway is blurred, the marble creating waves as I set my foot on it. Stop moving marble I need to reach my Max, show him how much I love him. Show Lycan that she can't take him away from me. I walk ahead as my shoulders hit the wall, and I tumble across Max’s room. My butt rests on the floor, my foot tapping the door to Max’s chamber. The door creeks open, my vision getting clear at the exposure of his face.

Literally. Well, isn't he just a gentleman? Uniformed servants swarmed past us, mumbling greetings to us while I continued to gape at the interiors of the building. The unsteady click-clacking of my heels against the marble floor echoed even in the busy lobby. I brought my head down to the shiny marble floor and watched my steps, so I won't trip over and fall flat on my face. When we came to a stop, I brought my gaze up almost immediately.

’ I snap at him, unable to keep the hysterical heartbreak out of my voice, and he at least has the sense to look down and sigh. My blood is boiling as I pull out glasses which are smudged and still dirty with residue of lipstick too. I slam them on the marble top noticing the bloody thing is covered in gouges and scratches, and run my hand over it angrily to feel out what I maybe cannot see. Leaning down to look across the surface in the shittiest light ever and smack my palm on it when I see more along the top of the full length of it. One long scrape from three feet down all the way to the end as though something heavy was dragged along it. ‘Waste of Italian fucking marble. Look at this s

Nice to know all the guys from here are jackasses. I took a deep breath, straightened up my coat and walked straight through the large revolving doors. I was greeted by an opulent and luxurious lobby, with Marquina Marble flooring that contrasted the vibrant lime, orange and dark fuchsia accent chairs and couches with large abstract art hanging on its walls and white orchids in vases on top of high gloss silver and brass cement side tables.