Marble Pillow Mga Nobela at Kwento

She adds another cup, “Take a seat, do you mind if I call you Mason? Mr Mason sounds kind of weird.” “I will appreciate that,” I smile at her, my neck hot, “I'm not even that old and it's too official.” “You are right.” I settle on the stool and let my eyes look around. This is a multi-billion house and it looks like it has been here for generations. The materials for the furniture are rare in the market or too expensive to purchase. The flower vases are ceramic eyedrop vases from Japan. It is across the coast and the floor marbles are unspeakable.

The decorative pillow was already in place. Not the confident beige one from the penthouse—that one had stayed in Manhattan, presumably guarding Alexander's empty bed. This was a different pillow, longer and narrower, in a shade of blue that matched the curtains. It sat exactly in the center of the bed, placed with the geometric precision of someone who had measured the distance from each headboard post. Marcus's work, clearly. The man was a professional. Elijah walked to the bed and looked at the pillow. He touched it. The fabric was soft, some kind of linen, and the pillow itself had enough heft to serve its diplomatic purpose. A proper border. A line in the sand. Or the sheets, as the cas

Above her coral desk, a masterpiece of intricately crafted pearls is strung together to form an elegant chandelier that shimmers in the soft light. Her bed is a vision of luxury, its frame crafted from the most exquisite coral, carved into intricate designs that mimic the natural beauty of the ocean floor. The canopy above her is woven from strands of sea silk, its iridescent sheen shimmering in the light of the room. As she sits up, she feels the soft touch of the sheets against her skin. They are made from the finest seaweed fibers, woven together with delicate strands of seasilk. The pillows are filled with the softest down from the winged manta rays that swim the nearby waters.

“Look at this.” Thomas thought it was something to do with the office. Naturally, he did not dare take his time and hurriedly picked it up to read. However, there were only several words written on the piece of A4 paper. ‘Peanuts, durian, pollen, stuffed toys, the sound of pencils scratching, the sound of a whip cracking.’ He frowned. “What is this?” “Stuff that Evonne can’t touch or stand.”

The marbled tables taking up half of the room, chairs littered everywhere, couches, cushions looking so soft where stationed at very strategic places looked good enough to bounce on The pillars were made out of marble, the cream colour scheme blended so well with the gold lining on the walls , the ceiling length windows added to the grandeur of the house. The place looked like a palace from a fairytale. Dangling ever so graciously from the roof in the middle was a diamond chandelier, light rays bouncing off,creating a Luminous glow. Only the living room was bigger than my yard. "Please take a seat and wait here I'll go call the sir and madam" Genevieve gestured to the white pristine couch. W

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.

Two minutes later, Uncle Wesley returned to the dining room, carrying two gift boxes—one large, one small. The large box was about the size of a pillow, and the smaller one was roughly the size of a watch case. Both were adorned with satin ribbons tied into delicate bows, looking quite exquisite. Damien rose to personally hand the gifts to them. It turned out, the large box was for Seraphina. Inside was a pillowcase made entirely of precious sea pearls. Damien explained that sleeping on a pearl pillow like this could calm the nerves and improve sleep, especially beneficial for women, even said to help maintain youth.

He made trip after trip, bringing in what looked like huge and oddly shaped pillows and scattering them around the den. "What in the world is all this?" I asked, weaving my way through them all. He picked one up, staring at it like it was an alien and scratching his head. "They're pregnancy pillows for you. I didn't know which one to get, so I just got them all and figured you could try them out and see which ones you like best.”

As the pillow lands on her lap, she narrows her eyes at Vitali. “Careful, Vit. Do you really want to declare war against the reigning pillow fight champion?” She asks menacingly. Marcus throws his head back laughing, “The what? You’re not serious,” he says glancing between them, but neither of their faces appears to be joking. “We take our pillow fights very seriously,” says Vitali in an authoritative voice. Amelia nods in agreement. “Can I play?” I ask excitedly but quickly become more focused on my favourite vibration moving closer, bringing with it the scent of dragon’s beard candy.

CHASE The pillow wall was hilarious in theory. In practice, it was a joke. Seven pillows stacked like a soft barricade down the middle of the queen bed—neutral territory in a war nobody had officially declared. I lay on my side staring at the fabric mound, listening to Sloane breathe on the other side. Slow. Steady. Not asleep yet.