Alas Spring Bed 소설 & 이야기

he said, his voice calm and reassuring. “Fine,” she muttered unenthusiastically, and finally settled onto the mat. “You’d better get used to this kind of simplicity. You should be grateful your father didn’t leave you to grow up somewhere like this—you never would have survived,” Alas teased with a laugh. Yna rolled her eyes at him. Alas adjusted their makeshift bed, then lay down first. “Let’s get some sleep. Come here,” he invited her to lie down beside him. She pouted, already regretting agreeing to come along. It felt so awkward—sharing the same mat and the same blanket with him—but she had no other choice. The cold was biting at her skin, and she had forgotten to ask for an extra jacket

Her mate was sleeping on the expensive bed which was made of gold and silver. The bed was big enough to fit three to four grown individuals.Alessandra closed her eyes and a single tear dropped from her eyes. Ace was sleeping on the bed with an innocent face as if there was nothing to worry about. From his chest downwards he was covered with white sheets. "Ace..."She called with a weak voice and walked to the bed. She sat on the wooden designed chair which was placed beside the bed. Ales placed her hand on top of her mate's and gave it a small squeeze.

ALISA’s POV I awake to find that it’s still dark. How long did I sleep? I do not know. I stretch out beneath a thick warm quilt, feeling the feathery soft fabric underneath and I blink, rubbing my eyes. This isn’t the sofa. A gaze around the room tells me that I am in Ryder’s bedroom and lying on his huge king-sized bed. His room is massive and airy with shades of grey and white though I cannot quite make out the colours right now. I had taken a peek into his room earlier this morning when he was out and was mesmerized by the sheer beauty of this room. But looking at it and sleeping in it are two totally different experiences.

"And this, darling, is our bedroom." "Wow," Ash replied as he walked around. He saw Alex place his bag down and follow him around the room. Ash sat down on the bed and sighed when he felt how soft and big it was. His bed back home was terrible and springy. When he got up, he walked around and saw there was a bathroom connected to the room, and when he walked in, his eyes widened. The shower was huge, and there was a separate bathtub that was also huge. There were two sinks and two closets.

It felt as if she had come home forever. Nicholas carried her luggage straight to his bedroom without even asking her. He didn’t need to after their confession earlier. Alyssa followed him into his room. Every time she came to his apartment, she always wanted to stay back, but this was the first time she would actually stay back and sleep there. She stared at the huge king-size bed with a pale blue bedspread. Furnished in a beautiful combination of pale blue, white, and beige, the room was quite spacious. There was a huge attached open balcony that opened to the sprawling lawns below. She could sit here and watch the New York skyline with Nicholas. There was a swing in one corner that made h

Irene “I counted them, Les. There are exactly fourteen pillows on this bed.” I sat cross-legged in the center of the enormous mattress, tossing one of the absurdly expensive silk throw pillows into the air before catching it again. The bed was so soft it barely felt real, more like sinking into a cloud engineered specifically for wealthy people with stress disorders. Across from me, Alessia lounged against the mountain of cushions with her bare feet tucked beneath her silk dress, a bowl of half-eaten truffle risotto balanced precariously on the nightstand beside her.

'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.

"You mean the world to me." I could feel Alissa burrow her head into the side of my neck, taking in my familiar scent. When she released herself from me, she only moved to my side, as I was guided to the bed that had been here before. The soft down of the rich fabric that was large enough to cover the entire mattress, held in place with a very classy, yet elegant bed frame that I knew costed thousands of dollars. Scattered around the room I also had a desk that was equally fancy and two dressers so I could hold my clothes, not to mention the fact that she made me a walk-in closet.

She was out before we knew it. “I didn’t think she would be able to handle both of us, but she did fucking fantastic.” I commented. “She was fucking made for us.” Alexi said. We laid there for a second with her between us. I was still trying to catch my breath. I felt her shift between us as we got comfortable. Alexi and I had a bed specially made for the three of us. It’s called an Alaskan King and is nine feet by nine feet. Alexi and I are not little guys. We are both 6’6” and broad. We knew we would need space, and this was suggested to us by Nick and Rich.