Novel Wall Panel Novels & Stories

Jesse said. A panel in the rear wall, floor to ceiling, disguised as storage shelving until you got close enough to see the shelving was bolted to the panel itself rather than the wall behind it. Jesse pressed her palm flat against the left side and ran her fingers along the edge until she found it, a recessed latch, small enough to be invisible unless you already knew where to look. The panel swung inward. A corridor stretched beyond it, narrow, unlit, the kind of functional space built for moving things without anyone watching them move. My wolf flooded it with her senses before I stepped through, found it clear, and pushed me forward.

I locked the door and put my clutch and file on the table. The walls were brighter red than outer and one wall was carrying a different shade of light yellow colour and golden clouds on it. Expensive paintings were hanging on the wall. On my right side, there was a big dark screen mounted over the wall. There was a queen-size bed with a white cover and cushions. I plopped on the brown couch and stared at the dark screen.

But the centerpiece of the apartment was the wall in the living room—our wall. Daniel had painted it himself, a vibrant mural of two figures standing side by side against a starry night sky. He called it our “couple wall,” a symbol of our journey together. I smiled every time I looked at it, remembering how he’d stayed up late, paint smudged on his cheek, meticulously bringing the design to life.

As I finished, I grabbed a water bottle and took a few sips. The claustrophobia was quick to get me, as I scanned the whole room, and it made me realize how gorgeous this room is. The pinkish-beige walls of the classic-style bedroom are decorated with great grace, and luxurious wallpaper with silk-screen printing with light furniture and textiles create a muted home atmosphere. A combination of textures that are similar in material and color is often used. At the same time, a more decorative layer is made in the form of a panel, of which there can be quite a lot.

Knowing that I don’t know who and what awaits me outside this room, I nodded but didn’t dare to speak. Stand up using my bare foot and followed her. Now that I was able to clearly observed the room, I felt surprised for what I have seen. Although the color of the wall was grey, the furnitures made it so luxurious. This is such a huge room, it’s even bigger than my condo unit. The wall was filled with unique paintings including the big art of abstract, where the symbol of my hand can be seen. There’s even a glass door towards the terrace. I moved my head again and noticed that there are three different doors, and the colors are all not the same.

They are all new and ranging from the simple slippers to wear inside to beautiful high heels which I have only seen in movies. There is a huge book shelf at the right wall which is so much huge and there are even books which I had only dreamt to read just a day ago. Then, a huge cupboard filled with some more books and the exotic plants followed by gigantic window with very beautiful wooden designs at the border. I love the color in the window and it is covered with red colored curtain. I don't love the red colored curtain but I am not in the position to hate it or complain about it. The fabric is just so expensive than all the dresses I have.

She turned her body around to look behind her because the sketches were displayed on the massive wall directly behind the designers' cabins. There, her gaze met the absolute horror standing before her. Nova’s breath hitched completely in her throat, and her entire body went deathly still. Wait. What on earth is this? She stared blankly at the section of the wall meant for her name. It wasn't even a real jewelry design. It was just a scribbled, scratched-out piece of complete rubbish. It looked like a child had taken a black marker and violently ruined a piece of paper. Shocked and breathing heavily, Nova quickly looked over at everyone else’s designs on the wall. Her frantic gaze landed dire

The walls are a medium yellow, with one wall having a light blue flower wallpaper design. There’s a little eat in dining area, with four chairs and then a bench on the far side. It’s absolutely cozy and welcoming. The wall behind it has a wrought iron piece of a wolf howling at the moon and the insignia for the Midnight Moon pack. I recognize it from several similar pieces that are in their packhouse.

Prince Vaugn asked at the door of his room. Veronica looked at me with wide eyes and asked, “the walls?” Having seen me come out in Veronica’s room, Prince Vaugn didn’t need to ask her what she meant. Instead, they both looked at me. I dug my toe into the floor and shrugged. “I guess I can take you through the walls. But that thing might find us there.” Prince Vaugn nodded. “He might find us when we aren’t freeing the dragon, as well.” I got the point. What they were asking was necessary. I really didn’t mind showing her the way. But I didn’t want to bring him into my home. But for her, I would.

Wang Zhan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his fingers brushed through the polished desktop, his tone complacent: "A full set of Italian high-grade office furniture, open office design, artificial three-dimensional green wall, German planting technology, Israel imported automatic drip irrigation system, elegant, healthy, environmentally friendly." He also raised his hand and knocked on the floor-to-ceiling glass window, "Bulletproof glass for special toughened treatment, fireproof and heat insulation, even if it is a Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle, there is no need to worry at all." After making a general introduction to the office, Wang Zhan looked at Murong Cheng with an inviting face, as