Anthology Melody Bedding Novels & Stories

Running back to the hallway, she took a rag and went into the bedroom with Sledge. Her mouth nearly went agape. Anthony's bedroom was one of a kind. Massive, magnificent, and incredible—so posh and luxurious. Breaking off the fascination, she paced and thought. Where should she begin her from? Intending to approach the nightstand, she stopped dead as her eyes perched on a black steel door standing ajar in the room. Sledge was desperate to get into the room. What was behind the ajar door? Kayla approached and gently pushed the door open. The first thing that came into sight was a queen-size bed. It was no ordinary bed. It was a white inbuilt bed made of fiberglass, resembling a shallow, four-

I ask, grasping onto the need to have my wife close, even if, in this form, she seems to be lingering in. "I'll stay for as long as possible...." She whispers. "Til death brings us together again..." I mutter. ——— "Mama... Mama, come," Melody's sweet voice awakens me in the dead of night. I find she's at the end of my bed, her blanket in hand and her small teddy that Beth had made her under her armpit and to my surprise, she's holding her mother's hand as they stare at one another, Beth rubbing Melody's cheek with her thumb as they clearly interact as I have been with Beth.

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."

He tiptoed to the bedroom only to find that she was already sound asleep… With her protruding stomach, Melanie had to sleep on her side. Her head was tilted, and her hair was sprawled across the bed on the other side. With her body curved, she looked adorable in this sleeping pose. After watching her for a while, Jeffrey could not resist lifting the covers and lying down next to her. He was grateful for the new mattress his assistant had bought. He was told it was the newest model specifically selected to help him get quality sleep. Even if he moved next to Melanie, she was not affected at all.

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.

It was already dark outside and Melody has been in the bathroom for way too long. "Mells, are you still alive in there?" I asked sarcastically, waiting for her response. As I heard the bathroom door open I looked up from my book, gaping at Melody's beautiful body. She was wearing her new pink nightdress that was made of soft silk which made her pregnant belly look sexy. "What do you think?" She asked, turning around for me with her mouth quirked up. I stared at her for a while longer, enjoying my view, then as I watched her smile and dance for me I grinned at her, pushing myself not to turn into my wolf form.

I came here to relax and unwind. The afternoon had already passed when they finished swimming. I was amazed that Melody didn't even feel tired after hours of learning how to swim. We went back to our room. Wesley chose a deluxe suite. He said it was so that the room would be spacious, but in my mind, it was probably because there was a king-sized bed there, and that's why he chose it. With that, we could share the bed without actually feeling like we're sharing. We could lie down on opposite sides of the bed. We couldn't get two separate rooms or beds because Melody would probably notice it. Wesley said he would go out for a while as I busied myself dressing Melody. After taking care of her,