Alas Spring Bed นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Flopping down on the bed, I’d ordered an Alaskan King, the largest bed possible. A whole 108” by 108” of memory foam that boasted the best cooling air flow to cool even the hottest werewolf down. Or so the representative I spoke to advised. It was nice, softer than anything I’d slept on in my entire life. Luxurious couldn’t even begin to describe how I felt in this room. It was like a dream. A dream that if I woke up from, I’m not sure I could take the pain of it all.

"No. No. You don't have to bother yourself anymore. Thank you for answering." She bowed and left us. "See? I was telling the truth. There is only one room here." He was grinning from ear to ear. He was enjoying what was happening! It seemed like fate was on his side. "How many beds?" "One, but we could fit into that. It is an Alaskan king-size bed, Honey. It's huge for the three of us." "Are you sure?" "I am." I bit the inside of my cheeks. What the heck would I be doing now? It was clear that I would be forced to be with my ex-husband.

I carried Sapphire up to our room and looked at all that she had done in the room with the helpers. The walls were gold, silver, black, white, green, and green marble, just like our desks. Our dressers, end tables, and bed frame were all made from oak trees. The carpets were gold and black plaid style and the curtains were silver and white with little green and blue designs. The bed was a California King and took up a lot of space in the huge room. The bedding looked like the walls, making me smile as I walked to the left side of the bed and placed our queen down onto her feet, so we could all change into our sleepwear. Slipping into bed, I wrapped my arms around our mate, Onyx doing the sam

“It’s gorgeous.” “I thought you’d like it,” Axl said, as he put their suitcases on the floor next to the large bed. “Is this going to be our thing? Sharing rooms?” “I can sleep on the couch,” Axl said. The closet was large, the bathroom an unexpectedly luxurious haven with a shower big enough for three people, complete with a multitude of buttons she knew were designed to let someone relax. Sliding doors led to a small patio with a table and chairs. The view was fantastic, and Aspen knew that was where she wanted to drink her first cup of coffee every morning. The distant hum of traffic and the soft rustle of palm leaves reminded her just how far they were from Esperton.

He said it with the quality he had for things that were practical problems with practical solutions — not a complaint, not a concern, simply an observation of the current state. "Yes," Elijah said. "That's fine," Alexander said. "It's entirely fine," Elijah said. They made it up — the sheets, the duvet, the specific configuration of a bed that was on the floor rather than on a frame. The sheets were the good ones, the high-thread-count Egyptian cotton that Alexander had bought during a period of insomnia when he'd decided that better bedding might solve the problem. The duvet was the one from the penthouse bedroom, the heavy down that was too warm for summer but perfect for the September nig

I walked through the front door side-by-side with the Alpha. He led me to a room on the second floor. I stopped in the doorway, my breath catching. There was a bed. A real bed. It had navy blue walls and charcoal gray sheets that looked like clouds. I’d spent years giving my bed to Xandriel or sleeping on a thin mat on his floor.

Floor to ceiling length windows covered one wall showcasing the breath taking view. In the center of the room sat a Alaskan King-Sized bed with a white down comforter. A tan upholstered headboard gave the industrial theme of the room a modern tone to it. To my left, next to the door of the bathroom, was the a walk-in closet. The sound of the water splashing and the aroma of Kade’s scent consumed my senses. I walked over to the slightly opened door. “Can I wear a t-shirt?” I knew I sounded silly but I didn’t want to sleep in jeans and my black blouse. I certainly was not going to sleep naked. That was just asking for everything except sleeping.

'Yeah,' was Ayla's only response before she began to move again. When we arrive at our destination, she leads me into a large room with a king-sized bed, large pillows covered by red satin pillow cases, and a black comforter. A nightstand with a lamp sits beside it. A dresser covered in books and a picture of Ayla with the twins, Silas, and Lennox sit to one side, and a dresser covered in makeup and a mirror sit to the other. The whole place is drenched in Ayla's scent, and it begins to drive me mad, but I refrain from doing anything since I know that the woman herself isn't in any condition to do what I want to do.

One entire wall is just windows, the windows stretched from the floor all the way up to the ceiling, and through those windows, you could see the city lights of Seattle far away in the distance. The floor was made of polished wood that's so shiny you can almost see your face in it. There's a big cream colour rug under the bed, thick and very soft. His bed is massive. It's called a California King, which means it's even bigger than a regular king-size bed. The headboard—the part you lean against—is covered in expensive cream colour fabric. The bed sheets are tan colour with a navy blue blanket, super soft, but it costs a ridiculous amount of money. Everything is tucked in so tight and neat th

Was Ales still awake? When I walked in, I dropped the keys on the small table in the foyer and took off my shoes before climbing up the spiral staircase and into the bedroom. The smell that hit me was as sweet as vanilla bean and made me do a double take once I saw Ales in the center of the California King sized bed. A sea green, see through nightgown on her slim figure. Melting red candles were lit on the dressers and the beside tables. She was asleep. With a sigh, I dropped my briefcase and begun taking off my clothes.