Novel & Cerita Novel Wall Panel

She stares slack-jawed at the pristine floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a panoramic view of the city below us, and then she does a double take at the artwork on the walls. Warhol, Basquiat, Malevich, Mapplethorpe, Nevelson. And, of course, Rothko. The open-concept living area is filled with modern-era furniture, a sleek fireplace, and floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books and artifacts. There is undeniable admiration in her eyes as she tries to take in every detail of her new luxurious surroundings. Maria walks in a trance toward a wall that's not there. Her fingers touch the glass as she looks out at the world at midnight. The lights of Manhattan sparkle in the darkness as if the st

Behind that, on the wall was a panel with the blue damask pattern on it, and the edges were lit up with LED lights. A panel was etched into the ceiling too, with LED lights around the edge, The dip and the entire ceiling was cream in color. There was another beautiful crystal and gold chandelier, and a huge window that stretched across most of the far wall. The window was lined by stunning cream voiles and gold drapes. There were a couple of cream and gold chairs, with duck egg blue scatter cushions, with a gold and marble-topped round table between them. There was also a gold regent style mirror on the wall above the table.

I admitted. We stepped out of the room, I was leading the way, and the room was hot. We entered a larger room through a side door that was fronted with the view of grass and flowers, he entered with me, the room was hexagonal in shape, and the first object that attracted my attention was a marble bust of the gods of war, whose grave impassive countenance and tranquil brows directly faced the sun. A desk strewn with papers occupied the left-hand side of the door. The arrangement of the walls chiefly excited my interest and admiration, for these were divided into panels, and every panel had inscribed upon it in letters of gold.

This room was anything but humble, just like the rest of the place. The study was massive, taller than it was wide, with bookshelves climbing all the way to the arched ceiling. Dark mahogany wood glistened with polish, every edge and angle carved with detail. An entire wall was made of glass panels, currently frosted to block the harsh sunlight, casting a soft silver glow across the space.

Right behind me, he taps a panel in the wall and the entire place erupts in soft, dim lighting. "Holy shit." I whisper. This place is bigger than any place I've ever seen in my life. The entire space is monochromatic in shades of grey, white, and beige. Contemporary and stunning, it's equipped with modern appliances and soft, plush sofas in his slightly sunken living room. "You haven't seen anything yet." He says and clicks a remote lying on the console table. The entire far wall buzzes and spreads open like theatre curtains. In front of me, is the most beautiful view of the new York skyline that I've ever seen.

She felt proud of what she did for once, she did something good. The paint is same as the one outside excluding the shadow grey which would've made it look too manly and less homey. Inside is painted alabaster and corn. The corn wasn't painted but it's one those unique wallpapers that define royalty. Even the wallpapers are enclosed in square shaped p.o.p around it, one of them have a daisy clock that has the shape of a rose. The other two are empty of anything but it still manage to look stylish to her eyes. Just the way they shone in the light and how they brighten up the room is soothing to tensed muscles.

That would have been my new wallpaper. **************

Arric mumbled and the room brightened in a warm, inviting glow from an intricately detailed chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. Eirika quickly assessed the room, having the feel of a sense of grandeur and sophistication. The focal point of the space was undoubtedly the side wall, which was made entirely of tempered glass, allowing natural light to flood in and providing a breathtaking view of the garden, lit up with outdoor lamps that shimmered throughout the grounds like fairy lights. The glass wall was framed with elegant, floor-to-ceiling drapes made of a rich, silken fabric in a deep shade of midnight blue.

The walls, which were made of solid stones, and the ceiling were covered with colourful artistic murals that were almost lifelike in their portrayal of a jungle. The wall-to-wall carpet was grass-like and so plush. On one side of the wall, a cute wall refrigerator hung like a picture. The potted plants strategically placed in the corners of the room gave the room an earthy scent that wolves loved. Soothing classical music poured from the speakers hidden inside the walls. The distinguishing characteristic of the mural painting, the soothing music, and the earthy scent nicely and harmoniously incorporated a sense of nature and peace. It was supposed to make a wolf feel comfortable and at home

I wince slightly and clutch my tearing side, feeling my skin slowly knit itself back together under the fabric of my nightshirt. As I sit up at the edge of my bed, the room comes fully into view. I rest my elbows gently on my knees, taking the entire thing in. It is… spacious–way more spacious than it looked last night. Dark wooden panels holding shelves stacked to the brim with books on the pack's history, culture and laws line the walls, its mahogany polished to a shine. A large window stretches along one side of the room, letting in pale morning light that cuts through fluttering curtains and spills across the floor.