Anthology Melody Bedding Novels & Stories

Melody sternly stated in a low voice, glaring at Draven as she lied beside him. "I didn't think putting a baby to sleep would be so haard." Draven exaggerated the word 'hard' making Melody roll her eyes even though she knew so well what he was saying. After all, she was on the verge of crying earlier when her two angels wouldn't sleep no matter what they tried.

Everyone had been respectful but distant. "Thanks for your concern. I'm fine, just didn't sleep well." "Is it because of the new bed? Always feels uncomfortable?" Monica put on a mysteriously suggestive look, pulling out a can from her bag. "This is something I found, works wonders for insomnia. Take it! Give it a try next time you can't sleep." Melody hesitated for a moment, looking at the tube in front of her, then reached out and accepted it. "Thank you."

Capitalizing on a pause between his words, Melody shoved him aside forcefully and rolled to the other side of the bed. She placed a pillow between them, cautioning, "Don't cross this line. Misbehave, and I'll throw you off the bed." "Fine," Christopher agreed, a smirk on his face. Silence in the room ensued. Melody was fatigued after the events of the day, and she began to feel relaxed when Christopher stayed on his side of the bed. She closed her eyes, drifting to sleep. A familiar agarwood aroma floated into her nostrils amid some rustling sounds.

Marissa POV "This is your room." Melody said sourly, opening the door and staring at me icily. It's small. The walls are cream, deflecting from how cold the room feels. The single bed and small chest of drawers take up most of the space. The wooden floor does little to make the room more inviting. For all intents and purposes, it's little bigger than a closet. "The bathroom is through that door," Melody added stiffly. I look. It contains a toilet, shower, and sink. Basic amenities. Nothing extravagant, nothing luxurious. A reminder of my place and the position I hold now.

The door to their bedroom was closed. He hesitated before knocking. He imagined her voice telling him to go away again. It scared him more than anger ever could. So he didn’t knock. He opened the door slowly, careful not to make a sound. The room was dark, curtains drawn, the faint glow of the moonlight slipping through the edges. Melody was asleep, curled slightly on her side, her face relaxed in a way he hadn’t seen all day. She looked small like that. Vulnerable, like a little child.

Melody awakens in her grandmother’s old room, glancing at the walls, some white shiplap, and some pastel blue. A new bed, queen size, white wicker frame bearing chic linens of white and light blue; she melts into the pillow top mattress. The faint roar of ocean waves brings fragile peace.

I just need three more minutes of sleep. Her hands found the television remote, raising up the volume. It nearly deafens me. “You are on the entertainment news! Alongside West Inc. In cooperation with MELT’s new product. They call it Manhattan’s Peak!” She said dreamily and I was forced to peek out of the layers of blanket. “It says we can place an order to get it. I’ll be the first!” She continued mumbling to herself and I heard shuffling in the background.

The walls are dressed in rich, muted tones, perhaps a deep navy blue, adding depth and a sense of intimacy. The centerpiece of the room is a plush, king-sized bed adorned with fine linens and accent pillows. The bed frame is crafted from exquisite materials like polished metal, exuding a sense of timeless elegance. The headboard is intricately upholstered in sumptuous fabric, providing a luxurious backdrop for rest and relaxation.

Melody went to the first one on the right and opened it up. Inside the spare room was a full sized sleigh bed in cherry wood as well as twin matching dressers and a nightstand. A closet was in the corner, opened and spilling out boxes. A fine layer of dust coated the surface of most of the furniture. Melody winced a little when I put a finger on a dresser and pulled it across, leaving a streak in the dust. “It’s been forever since I’d been in here. I’m usually working all the time and do well just cleaning the rest of the house.”

As he opened the door, Justin turned back and said, "Take care." Melissa sat beside Eric, who snored deeply, murmuring stuff in his sleep and shuffling a lot. It was evident his dream was vivid, and she caressed his face, snuggling underneath him for his head to be in his lap. She remained like that for about an hour, before there was knocks on the door. Assuming Justin had forgotten something, she reached the doorknob and opened it, only to be taken by surprise, gasping as she stepped backwards. It was Draven H. Malcom.