Novel & Cerita Novel Wall Panel

I stepped out of the room. The hallway outside was quiet. To my left, it stretched into a broader corridor; to the right were more rooms. I walked toward the left, following the path that opened into a wider space: probably, the central section of the house. Out of all the paintings, antiques and furniture pieces arranged artistically around the area, it was something strange that caught my eye first. An entire wall was designed with alternating square panels, with white strips separating them. Some of them were open to let in air, others sealed with clear glass.

All because of me but now… he's successful. He pointed at one corner. "Those woods are for wall paneling. You can check the design if you want." I nodded. I'm glad he's being professional. We continued roaming around the factory while he explained the type of woods they're manufacturing and its uses. I was looking at the tall pile of finished wall paneling when I felt presence behind me.

I gasped when I saw the fine crocodile grey skin he used as his wallpaper, it was amazeballs and matched the white bed spread neatly tucked under a black duvet–sweet! He closed the door behind him and took off his shirt–I gulped, watching every move he made like I was a predator and he was my prey. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled it down, leaving him in milk briefs–showing how richly endowed he was below. I blinked rapidly and tore my eyes away from the irresistible view, taking them higher. My eyes lingered on his chest and I wanted to be cuddled up in his arms again. They slowly went down his flat stomach and lowered to his Adonis belt that slanted from his hip bones to his pelvic area,

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.”

It felt like home---funny since she was indeed in her apartment. She scanned the room. It was still as she vaguely remembered it to be years ago. The glass panel wall with a panorama window in between that slides open across from the door carried light to the room that brought it to life compared to the dim hallway. The glass walls may be covered with a white curtain; it was thin enough for sunlight to penetrate inside. Tools such as various papers, pencils, pens, brushes, rulers, sketchbooks, cutting tools, tapes, paints, canvas boards, acrylics, palettes, easels and varnishes were scattered on every edge of the floor; some inside their designated containers and others just neatly piled.

he said with a smile. When the elevator doors opened upstairs, we stepped out and into Darren's spacious office. He opened the door proudly and let me in. Upon entering his room, the first impression was of luxury and sophistication radiating from every corner. The walls are covered with dark wood paneling that gives it an elegant and luxurious feel. In some parts, the panels are fitted with recessed LED lights that provide soft illumination, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere. The combination provides a charming contrast to the gleaming white marble floor, adding a sense of spaciousness and cleanliness.

“We’ll go from twelve to fourteen, of course. That was a slip of the tongue.” Darrell returned to the more important subject. “These panels not only look sleek and unlike anything you’ve seen before but they’re also designed to trap and store the Sun’s energy for longer periods, even pulling from the UV rays through heavy cloud cover.” Nate’s voice rose and the men turned in their chairs to look at him.

It burned their skin and caused them to age quickly, but it doesn’t kill them. The walls were coated in gold, paintings of the various monarchs of the vampire realm hung on them, almost like humans never existed. The window panels were stretched twelve feet to a plaster-medallioned ceiling along with lemon tapestries. In the back of the room was a golden fireplace, its content burning like embers.

I said. *** (Sienna) The wall was wrong. Not structurally. Just wrong. The wrongness of something altered after original construction. A slightly different texture. A faint line in the concrete, inconsistent with the natural joint pattern. A panel. Old. Painted over twice at least. But still a panel. I pressed the lower left corner. It gave. Not much. Just enough. Behind me I heard movement from the corridor above us. Closer than two minutes. Closer than one.

Standing close to the wall, using her bright pink designer manicured nail to scroll through the small computerized panel attached to the wall was a girl. This digitized wall panel that held her attention allowed students to customize and decorate their room using the millions of decor-themes stored in each dorm building's database. The girl was tall with a long veil of silky raven hair that ran straight down her back with fuchsia dyed underneath. A frown marred her beautiful porcelain face as her almond-shaped eyes displayed annoyance.