Mystery White Marble Novels & Stories

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,

he says, then when we come to a stop in front of a marble door, he barks at a soldier to open it. I look around the white room and notice that it is made out of the same material as the door. Inscriptions are etched into the stone on every surface of the room, and in the middle stood a flat black stone altar. I can see the legs of someone lying next to it but don’t know who it could be.

It felt less like a room and more like an entire floor claimed as a private domain. Centered around the elevator exit, the left side opened into a bar area—its countertop a seamless slab of white Carrara marble, softly lit from beneath so that the natural veins seemed to drift like mist; behind it, a full-height wall of glass shelving displayed an impressive collection of spirits, stretching from floor to ceiling.

His smile lit his eyes "I'm not surprised." And i can't look at him. The dark whorl in the leg of the wooden dining table is suddenly very intriguing. The linen-white of the asbetos. The wall behind it. I stare so hard that i'm just short of suprised the bricks and concrete don't cave in.

But to stop my fake bravado from collapsing, I refuse to look at them. We pass by seats. Servers. Celebrities. He doesn't stop. Banks doesn't walk us towards any of the long tables and for someone like him, even I know, he's not one to be punished. "Is that Mr Wellington?" The whisperings pick up again I look ahead and there's my fourth wonder. Right in front of us lies a grand space dominated by sweeping white marble staircases on both sides. "Is that his date?" "She looks familiar" "Is she an actress?" No. I work in sales. Well, used to.

Today, it was meant for just the two of us. Hundreds of candles were lit up in the entire room, providing an ethereal look. This was also the only room in the mansion that I’ve seen so far, made completely of white marbles. From the floor to the walls and the ceiling. Everything here was beautiful to a fault and purposely done so make any person feel calm. But my mind was restless; I was far from calm than I ever had been. There was a bed at the very end of the room, decorated with rose petals on top of the pure white silk sheets. And right next to the bed was a stand with a golden plate with a silver dagger on it.

Still I forced myself to smile at the attendant, returning the charming smile he flashed at us as he raised a black lever and ushered us in. Inside, the grandeur turned darker. The walls were made of black marble, a sharp contrast to the white outside. While the exterior white walls whisper opulence and purity, the walls inside craved darkness and spoke volumes of secret. There were thin lines of gold that looked like veins running with no particular order across the walls, catching and reflecting the lights from the chandeliers overhead.

The guard lets out a grunt and waves us through, and Ellie pulls me as they step aside so we can enter the castle. And here, all my breath is caught in my lungs again. The main hallway—if it could be called something so simple and plain—is solid marble, emblazoned with more gemstones than I even imagined existed in the whole world. The wall’s marble is a shade of light gray, with dark black veining that is simply elegant. Inlaid into it are the gemstones of every color, shimmering in the light of the massive chandeliers above. The floor is of bright white marble with crystal clear veining that makes the whole thing glisten, with bright, clean carpet runners in the kingdom’s official shade: r