Abdl Pajamas Novels & Stories

As she reached the hallway, she bumped into Adrian who was also walking towards the room. They stared at each other, scanning their outfit. “Don't you think this is way too cheesy?” Arabella rolled her eyes seeing they were wearing the same flower patterned pajamas. Despite the note that came with the pajamas, she had half assumed it was Adrian's doing. “I didn't send…” Arabella scoffed and entered the room. Adrian sighed and followed. Axel was sitting on the bed. Arabella’s eyes widened. He was wearing the same pajamas.

I wanted to quickly wrap the duvet around my exposed chest but I was worried, I didn't want to anger him and so I sat down, watching how he stared at my exposed chest without shame. How could he be ashamed of staring at me almost naked when I was his wife, I mentally scolded myself. Adrian walked away and when he came back, he handed me female pajamas. I held the pajamas and saw that they were my perfect size. I wondered who the pajamas belonged to and I couldn't help but imagine him bringing women to this room and sleeping with them on this bed.

Pain pulsed through my head, and a dull ache gnawed at my side. Shifting my gaze slightly to the right, I found Abaddon. He lay asleep on the hospital's sofa bed beneath the window, bathed in the soft morning light that filtered through the curtains. His usually impeccable hair was gathered in a messy bun, and his dress shirt appeared wrinkled and disheveled, a stark contrast to his usual polished appearance. He lay there, one arm shielding his eyes from the light, his ankles crossed, looking utterly exhausted. Despite his unkempt state, a smile tugged at my lips. His dedication to being by my side, even in his own state of disarray, touched my heart.

I got out of the bathroom and slid on a dark brown jersey material jilbab with a hood, feeling only slightly better than I felt when I went in to bathe, I walked to where I'd dumped all the bags I brought from the supermarket. I pull out a cup of halal Chinese instant noodles and extra spicy chili sauce. I step out of my room, lock the door securely behind me even though I'm the only living being in this whole apartment. Abdul and his wife will be back later. Though while I showered, I thought of how I'd react, how I'd show my displeasure but I found none. I'm just too weary to give a damn about them and what they did.

She had long black hair that touched her waist and that was all most people had seen of her. But, some people had seen than that. They had seen her fingers and her nails which were always painted black and were always covered by gloves. Some had seen her eyes which were always surrounded by black shades of eye shadow and her lips that seemed blacker each time you looked at it. But, none had noticed those bright blue irises that sparkled whenever she smiled. Neither had anyone seen her smile. They all knew her name and all she did but most of them would never recognize her if she wore a color other than black. She was Jade Adler, the Gothic troublemaker who had almost burned down the school d

It looks too childish, I would rather go for the black nightgown “Hmm…hmm.“ Don muttered nodding his head, positively to the pink pajamas. “This will look great on you, will you try it on?“ “Yes, please.“ I hurriedly said. I didn't like the pajamas but I don't want to waste time searching for nightwear that will suit our taste. I had to go for it. “A bra ca da bra,” he uttered, and the pajamas were already on me. He released his grip on the golden wand, and it turns into the same golden eagle and flies away. I opened my jaw.

He then stood up and crouched down to a drawer on the nightstand. “Wear this,” he tossed a silk pajama at me and I was kind of confused. Maybe he has a thing for fully dressed-women. Trust me, I’ve been with men like that. I returned to the bathroom, put it on, and came back out. He was seated on the bed in only pajama shorts, no shirt. His chest was bare, his eight abs were properly sculpted and his pecs were thick and plump, his biceps were bulging with every movement of his hand.

His eyes take in my dress, a dark twinkle passing across those orbs. “You are wearing men’s pajamas.” He says, eyes darkening. I take a look at my dress. “Yeah, there are no robes available, and this was inside the drawer, just waiting for me, oh and it’s super comfy.” Damn, men’s pajamas are really good, and I might even start purchasing them. “You are wearing my pajamas, Astrid.” I widened my eyes in shock. No way, I was wearing his pajamas. The scent, I knew something was up with the glorious scent that greeted me when I put it on. I slapped my face with my palms, raising my eyes to meet his dark smirk.

the moment the hot water hits my body all the memories of the day before slam into me like a freight train Toby carrying me back to my room and changing me into pajamas. OMG he changed my cloths he's seen me naked. Doesn't anyone in this place believe in modesty? Dragging myself out of the shower to find a whole to die in I find work out clothing on my bed in the form of a black and green sports bra with horizontal cutouts, matching leggings with mesh panels along the thighs and calves, black and green puma sneakers, oversized square brown sunglasses and, gold jewelry?

Maybe I needed that more than I realized. Andra showered first, and by the time I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in one of her fluffy robes, I noticed a neatly folded set of pajamas on the bed. Soft fabric, deep blue, with bold white lettering across the chest: #BreakupPackage. A tired smile tugged at my lips. Andra. I slipped into them, the material warm against my skin, and padded barefoot into the living room—only to find it transformed into a haven of comfort and indulgence.