Marble Perfume Tray Novels & Stories

The reflection of the scintillating light and the relaxing sound of a flowing stream caused her to turn in his direction, gazing at him again. The marble pillars open to a large kitchen with walls painted a deep, rich olive tone and a round island in the center. That had four tall, distinctly etched belvedere mahogany chairs. The cabinets were beautiful in Mahogany as well. They were graced with granite countertops with paisley green, brown, and tan designs.

To my left is an oversized rain shower was encased in glass, its fixtures made of brushed platinum, the floor inlaid with small mosaics of silver and pearl, forming abstract wolf motifs. I walk up to the Twin vanities of dark mahogany, my fingers ran over the smooth white quartz. It stood across from the shower, each with silver fixtures and oval mirrors rimmed in soft light. Plush towels in deep charcoal and snow white were neatly stacked on heated racks, and the air smelled faintly of sandalwood and something more delicate and floral . jasmines My wolf purrs deeply knowing that this was a thoughtful addition made by my mate Lucien. Even if he avoids me like a plague, his presence could sti

There’s a seating area to the left with a television, big brown floor poofs to sit on, and wooden lounge chairs with thick light blue cushions. I turn around and see the bathroom. I go check out the enormous room with a shower and a standalone tub. The floor is marble. It’s lighter tan than the carpet, with dark brown veins swirling through it. The marble vanity countertop is dark brown with a light brown swirl. There are touches of bamboo everywhere. The drawer pulls, the towel bar, even the handle on the toilet look like bamboo! I step out of the bathroom and notice a nook I had missed before. The surfboard stand I asked for is tucked in there. There are already six surfboards on it and ro

The adviser was more concerned about how poor their treasury would become after such a wasteful purchase of expensive horses. Tristan stood in the center of a small round pen made of rough, gnarled logs. The lord watched the stallion prancing around him with a smile. Against the background of the evening sky, the gray-silver skin of the horse seemed to radiate a radiance. Tantario named this young half-breed Marble - a suitable name, given that the horse's skin had a light, pearlescent pink sheen. Tristan involuntarily remembered the leader of the herd. The young man thought that young Marble could well be a descendant of that proud, handsome man. At one and a half years old, he looked almos

She looks like she belongs here, among the art students and trust fund bohemians pretending poverty is aesthetic. “Mara.” She air-kisses both my cheeks, her perfume expensive and subtle — something with sandalwood and white flowers, the kind that doesn’t announce itself so much as linger. Her hands come to rest briefly on my shoulders as she pulls back, a gesture so practiced it almost feels warm. “Thank you for coming. I wasn’t sure you would.”

Lenka and Maresha followed. The inner room was richly decorated with drapes and carpets along with colorful lamps that burned essential oils and perfumes. Eldion inhaled the delicate scent of lily of the valley mixed with some unknown perfume, forming an intoxicating odor that made him lightheaded. A sturdy shelf decorated with intricate patterns stood at the far wall. Through gaps between the patterns, Eldion saw rows of ceramic jars of different colors and shapes.

Every shelf remains perfectly aligned. No broken display cases, when I walked in there had been no signs of forced entry either. It had all been too clean and Professional but there’s always traces. The trick was knowing where to look. My eyes settles on the pedestal again. Marble and In layer in Polish, Reflective enough that a careless person would’ve leaned against it without realizing they’d left microscopic oils behind. I slipped a small blue penlight from my clutch,its narrow ultraviolet beam washed over the surface as it glazes over the box searching for the invisible.

’, Maya shared her thoughts with Luciano and Caden through their mind link. ‘You can say that again.’, Caden responded. None of the three commented on two lines of Omegas who bowed to greet them in front of the packhouse. The floor of the entry hallway was made of white marble and the matching tall columns reached the three stories high ceiling. The marble staircase elegantly curved upward, looking pure and flawless, perfectly complimented by golden rails and the opulent crystal chandeliers that looked like they came from a fancy castle. ‘How many homes could one build with all this money if they only take luxury down a notch?’, Luciano grumbled through the mind link.

Rosie and Ella had done their worst with a hairspray tinged with glitter, despite Isla’s protests against it. I don’t stop him from closing us into his enormous bathroom suite. The room is all obsidian marble and stone, very masculine and tastefully decorated. There is no fruity, sweet perfumed soap, either. Everything is manly–pine, leather, and musk. It smells like Isaac. I love it. He turns on the shower and pulls off his shirt, not taking his eyes off me as I stand against the dark finishes in my white shift. “You looked beautiful today.”

The straps twitch but do not close. The wall softens its light. THANK YOU, ELENA. My skin crawls. A small tray slides out of the chair arm with a stylus on it. Not a needle. Not a blade. A stylus with a rubber grip, the kind a child might use on a learning slate. The screen on the tray offers three boxes. YES. YES. YES. Mara stands where I can see her. Her face is still. Her hands are not. At her side, hidden from the ceiling camera by the angle of her body, she taps one finger against her thigh.