Marble Perfume Tray Novels & Stories

I check the labels and I am amazed, they are all size 10, my size. The stitches are also perfect like they belong to royalty. The last words of Kael echoes in my head and I quickly rush to the bathroom. Oh Bloody moon. The bathroom steals my breath the moment I step inside. White marble gleams from floor to ceiling, streaked with gold that shimmer under the soft amber glow of the overhead lights. The air smells faintly of lavender and something expensive. The kind of scent that clings to luxury. I run my palm over the smooth edge of the sink, it’s carved from a single slab of marble, flawless and cool against my fingers. The mirror above it stretches wide, rimmed with golden trim.

Marble floors, a Savonnerie rug and fine antiques polished to a soft gleam exemplified wealth, good taste and comfort. There is also a lady’s writing desk between the double French doors to the balcony. There was a fainting couch, its brocade upholstery worn to satin softness, its once-vibrant colors faded by time. A glass-shaded lamp spilled mellow light, and a vase of lilies on a table filled the room with fragrance.

This house was about the size of the packhouse that they lived in, but it was more prestigiously decorated with LuxTouch marble floors and Emerald Designer Edition paint. Whereas, even though the Mountain Shadows pack was wealthy due to various business ventures, there was always a plethora of people coming and going from the packhouse, so the décor was not extravagant. With Calacatta marble floors and standard designer paint, it was constructed to be adult and pup friendly. “Please, follow me into the entertainment room to talk. Roger, they’re here!” Cynthia called for her husband who emerged from the kitchen with a tray carrying a carafe and four coffee cups.

Its name—elegantly scripted in gold cursive—adorned a polished marble plaque at the entrance, a fitting herald for the empire that Carmelita Luther had meticulously built, infused with elegance, ambition, and a steel resolve hidden beneath the softest of silks. As Sarah and Mia stepped through the grand double doors into the atrium, they were enveloped in a world of opulence that left them momentarily breathless. Above them, crystal chandeliers hung like suspended jewels, emitting a delicate cascade of light that danced across the polished marble floors. Showcases adorned the walls, each one displaying limited-edition designer bags, exquisite shoes, and haute couture garments, all presented

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.

Arousal wrapped in elegance. When the elevator doors opened, guests stepped into a sprawling corridor of polished black marble illuminated by low amber lighting hidden within the architecture itself. The walls were finished in matte charcoal and deep obsidian tones accented by brushed gold and smoked silver. Massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline, though sheer black drapery softened the outside world into blurred lights and shadows. The air carried the intoxicating scent of cedarwood, leather, expensive whiskey, and the faint trace of Master Steele’s cologne lingering throughout the space like an invisible signature.

She pushed it open and stepped inside. The room was obscenely beautiful. It was made of black marble that reflected the candlelight warmly. A long vanity stretched beneath an arched window that overlooked the dark lake, its surface scattered with cut-glass perfume bottles, folded linen hand towels, and a silver tray of fresh white orchids. Three deep basins gleamed under soft, golden light. The air smelled expensive.

Warm golden light flooded the marble floor as the brilliant mahogany doors of the Levi home opened. From the ceiling, chandeliers dripped crystal tears whose delicate, low brilliance created shimmering shadows along the tall, arched corridor. Freshly waxed wood smelt like jasmine, a perfume Dysis loved mixed with mild undertones. She was unaware Alexander had specifically ordered the perfume just for their trip back. Their footsteps echoed softly as they stepped inside.

It reflected everything—the suits, the tub, the quiet flicker of light dancing across polished surfaces. Beside it, a marble pedestal held an arrangement of expensive colognes and perfumes. Bodywash, aftershave, and body roll-ons sat in perfect alignment, each placed with precision in a carefully arranged display. Even the towels, neatly stacked on a glass shelf, were pure white—soft, untouched, and almost too perfect to use. Not a single thing out of place. I swallowed hard, a chill creeping up my spine. This room wasn’t just hidden. It was preserved.

"No need for consignment. I'm taking this back to the pack today. You can send someone to our place for payment." The sulfuric pheromones turned sharp again, carrying an air of unquestionable stubbornness. The manager looked at Sabrina and said with a smile, "Ma'am, that's perfectly acceptable. We have many more ruby hairpiece designs in our collection. Would you like to see a few more options?" Sabrina glanced up to see a shop assistant entering with a silver tray. She immediately recognized that the jewelry on the tray was nowhere near the caliber of what she was holding—it must have been brought up from the first or second floor.