Novel Wall Panel Novels & Stories

One could look to the side and see some painted artworks covering parts of the panel molded designed walls as scalloped edging sat close to the palladian windows enclosed with coffee brown thick drapery. There was two large circular escaliers that led to the upper level as the handrails of each escalier were adorned with decorative inserts. To one side of the left escalier sat the live band and to the side of the right escalier served rare dishes. As men in tuxedos and women in gowns trooped in, the first thing they noticed were the tiny golden chandeliers glittering graciously in the soft light.

The glass walls give an accurate view of the city. She sits down motioning to the seat beside hers. Before saying anything, a portrait on the wall opposite my chair piques my interest. A very big painting of a caged silver wolf encloses the entire wall. The she-wolf has dull blue eyes and she's staring right back at me, like she's communicating with me using her eyes. Pleading? How strange.

Ever the performer, Darius explained, “These panels you see on the sides atop floors thirteen through eighteen aren’t cosmetic. They’re solar panels. A younger suit with prescription glasses underneath the 3D ones, grumbled, “You can’t have a thirteenth floor. It’s bad luck.” The werewolves tried very hard not to throttle the superstitious numb-nut. They held their tongues, a flicker of tension in their necks betraying them, but the humans didn’t notice since the 3D rooftop with walking, exercise path and patio seating, currently had them rapt. Donald smiled. “We’ll go from twelve to fourteen, of course. That was a slip of the tongue.”

Nevi explained as he guided me into his study. The room was average in size with thick Persian carpeting covering most of the gleaming oak floors. An impeccably polished, Victorian, walnut desk sat at an angle before two walls that were completely composed of overly occupied book cases. The third wall was paneled in a warm walnut. It was dominated by an oversized marble fireplace with an absolutely stunning marble and wood mantle. The fourth wall was broken up with the heavy double doors by which we had just entered. The warmth of the bees-wax polish on the wood in the room blended with the warmth from the fireplace in the most inviting way. I was so enwrapped in its ambiance that for a brie

Somehow him doing what I requested dint surprise me as it should have. “Anyone could have done it, you shouldn’t be so hard on them” I murmured as we made our way through the corridor. “I should, they wouldn’t obey me otherwise, the only way to have control over everything” “Only way you know” I corrected as we came to a halt in front of a grand door. He stared down at me for a long time and then nodded. There was nothing in the room literally, save for the long furniture that could hold about ten members. The room was huge, I would give it that. I was surprised that there wasn’t any photograph on the walls, the ceiling was modernly lit and that gave it a rich comfortable look despite the bl

Then again, if she was going to be stuck in here for a while, she might not have any other choice, if only to pass the time. The two walls that faced each other each had touchpads set into the walls themselves. Eva tapped one set of controls on one wall, which caused panels to open up just beside it. A sink and a commode both slid out of the spaces behind the panels and locked into position quickly. When she tapped their controls again, they drew back into their recesses, and the panels slid shut over them. She slid her hand across the titacrete wall, then along the transparent sliding doors, and wondered just how strong they were. She tapped on the door itself, and listened to how it sounde

The walls, floor, and ceiling blend seamlessly into a continuous, curved surface, creating an immersive environment The walls, adorned with holographic displays that shift and change as I watch, showcasing vibrant patterns, news feeds, and personalized messages.The floor made of a gleaming, silver-gray material that seems almost liquid in its reflectivity. Subtle, color-shifting tiles create a mesmerizing mosaic, responding to my every step.

I'd looked at every shelf. But I hadn't looked at the walls. The paneling along the back wall was pale wood, seamless, with no visible seams or joins. I ran my hand along it slowly, pressing gently in intervals the way you press along a wall when you're looking for something that doesn't want to be found. About halfway along, at roughly hip height, the wood gave slightly under my fingers. It gave no sound as it loosened under my fingertips. I pressed harder. A section of the panel swung inward, smooth and silent on concealed hinges.

I pushed the door wider and stepped inside. Dust floated through narrow shafts of light. Metal shelves stretched across the walls. Boxes sat stacked in uneven rows. The air smelled old. Not decayed. Forgotten. My eyes adjusted gradually. Then I noticed something unusual. A damaged wall panel. Unlike the surrounding surfaces, this section appeared partially detached. As though someone had attempted to remove it years ago. Curiosity stirred again. I crossed the room. The loose panel shifted beneath my fingers. After a brief effort, it pulled free.

But today, the blank wall panel near the mural of Soft Arrivals beckoned her, a canvas waiting to be filled with stories untold. Yam passed by silently, placing a bowl of water beside her without comment. His presence was comforting, a reminder of the quiet support that surrounded her. Franc smiled from across the room, nodding toward the blank wall panel near the mural of Soft Arrivals. It had waited, bare and patient, for the right moment to be transformed.