Mystery White Marble Mga Nobela at Kwento

CHAPTER 385 Doflamingo glared at him with hatred in his eyes. Silence prolonged for a minute as the men got to work. Soon, someone walked to him and reported their findings “Young master, that marble in his hand is not ordinary marble. There’s a kind of chemical in it…” “What? Chemical?” Doflamingo was shocked.

After leaving Blakeney’s office, the pair made their way straight down the first hall to a nondescript wooden door, which the older man opened to reveal some kind of grand entryway. Right in the middle of the beautiful, white marble flooring was a fountain with a statue of a nude woman—maybe Aphrodite? James thought—and winged cherubs shooting water out of their mouths across her sprawled frame.

My legs wobbled and faltered, but I somehow managed to keep running. As a towering set of double doors appeared ahead of me, I did scream out with relief. I was in a wide hallway, full of curling arches and curved pedestals with marble statues. The doors ahead of me were larger than the ones that led into Castle Mist, and were beautiful in a strange way. They seemed to be made entirely of marble, both black and white. A set of horns curved and spiraled, acting as the handles to the doors. While one side of the door was primarily black, the other was white. It reminded me of Yin and Yang. The white handle was on the black side, and vice versa. The point of the curling horns glistened with dea

Another one responded. I took a glance at them before looking away. Not gonna lie, all of them are definitely heart stealers. Marcus looked like Alpha Paleframe. But rest of them looked like that woman. "Mauve! You walk in first!" Alpha Paleframe stopped in front of the hall room. The walls were built with marbles and white tiles. There was a large Golden Full Moon in the center of the room, dazzlingly beaming with its silver ray. As if a real Moon has been placed here.

Even by my standards, this is over the top but anything that helps in putting down Dominic is a win for me. The room is enveloped in a dark gray color scheme that reminds me of a moonless night sky, with a polished black marble floor that subtly shines in the light, reflecting the sleek silver legs of the conference table. At the far end of the room stands a proud bronze statue of a wolf, mounted on a black marble base with intricate details highlighted, from its sharp claws to its textured fur, everything screams power.

But it's the staircase that stops me cold— twin curves of white marble that sweep upward like something from a Hollywood movie, with a banister that gleams gold under the crystal chandelier hanging overhead. I try not to gawk, but it's impossible. Every surface screams money. The artwork on the walls isn't prints or reproductions— these are originals, oils that probably have their own insurance policies. The marble floor beneath my feet is so polished I can see my reflection, distorted and small. So damned small. I feel totally out of my depth here.

Eduard Payne loved marbles, his whole mansion was made of it. White pillars propped up the entire structure, and the painted ceiling gave the place an ancient greek nuance. He also liked gold, all of the door handles were plated in gold. Not Gabriel’s taste, he was more of a wood kind of person.

Front of him, were standing a row of young and pretty girls in cheongsam, who were holding an antique in both hands. "Sir, this is a piece of jade with double dragon from a very old country. It is so exquisitely carved, truly a hard-won treasure." "Sir, this is a famille-rose porcelain from another ancient country..." "Next." "This is a porcelain..." The man in the wheelchair suddenly got furious, "Idiot. They all look the same. Can you show me something different?" Everyone was so scared and dared not to say anything. By that time, Mr. White arrived with eight men lifting a huge box covered in red silk.

I am enjoying digging for information about the way our enemies used to live. 'So Manish,' I start but hastily cut off my mate who instructs me to look out of the window. I puff my cheeks in annoyance nevertheless do as I have been told. The sight mesmerized me. It is pure white with grey highlights on pillars and frames of windows. The smoothness of walls, covering any column within it, makes it difficult to decipher the size of the colossal structure from the outside and the number of floors it has been embracing, but one could easily tell the number might exceed expectation. It's pure white marbles with the finest finish.

This was the first one I was seeing and I was glad that I had played a small role in seeing it being formed. The blue moonlight that spilled into the inner sanctum saw the construction of a small column that appeared from under the marble floor as the tiles slid away to give room for the column to climb up. The column was a white marble that was decorated with delicate flowers and leaves of all possible colors. Upon it, something began to shimmer in the soft glow of the blue moon and I peered at it. I believed that the Moon Goddess was watching me and could hear me from above so I said aloud,