Anthology Melody Bedding Novels & Stories

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.”

The day Chance Hart brought Jenny Young home, she was wearing a white dress. Her face was unusually pale, making her look fragile and pitiful. I only glanced at her once, then went back to wiping the table. I was nothing more than a servant in the Hart household, after all. "Nora, Jenny isn't feeling well. Your piano room will be her room from now on so she can get some sunlight." I felt frustrated and mildly annoyed. That piano room was a gift from Chance when I won my first Asia Pianist Award. It was built the way I liked it. He also committed to buy all lots when he bought that piano in the auction.

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.

Despite the reassurance, Moon’s face still holds disappointment as she heads upstairs. “Melanie, you can stay in the guest room tonight if you’d like,” Mom offers. “Thank you,” Melanie says with a slight smile. “Of course.” Mom squeezes Mel’s hand before standing up. “Jaxon, can you show her to her room? I am exhausted from all that dancing!” After she disappears upstairs and I hear her door shut, Melanie follows me through the house to the guest bedroom. I open the door and flick on the light, instantly greeted by the aromatic scent of vanilla. The walls are painted lavender, my mom’s favorite color. A queen-sized bed with gray bedding and a silver-metal headboard dominates the room. Each s

Luminous rays of sunlight streamed into the room though the unusually open window beside the bright peach vanity table announcing the arrival of a brand new summer day. Melanie Campbell blinked and turned in the fine solid oaken twin bed and shielded my date from the sunlight with a mauve pillow that matched the silk bedding. Her stomach growled noisily as she sat up drowsy, yawning and stretching. She swung her legs off the bed and began a zombie like trudge to the en-suite bathroom. She relaxed onto the toilet seat and relieved herself of the unnecessary fluids while running her eyes vigorously.

By that time they got home, Melody was too tired to move so she directly walked to her room and fell back on her bed to get a much needed sleep When she woke up it was dark already, she rolled on her side and squinted when she saw the shopping bags in her room She got up and walked towards it and on opening it she saw that it was filled with the things Rebecca bought when they went shopping together ' why is it here? ' Melody thought as she stood up straight

Focusing on the furniture and objects that scattered the room, I first noticed the large bed that sat in the middle, against the back wall. While the bed in the museum's playroom was simple-looking, this one was much bigger and designed with more attention to detail. The four-poster bed had been adorned with baroque carvings that matched the lining of the crimson-colored velvet headboard. Embellished with the same shade of red, the mattress was covered in nothing but a flat velvet material. Opposite of the bed was a couch with the same fabric and carvings. Narrowing in on the canopy of the bed, there were restraints and hooks on every side, allowing me to imagine the hundreds of scenes one c

***** Melody’s POV “Meh! Meh!” Lucy called from the bassinet, her sounds of desperation making me jolt awake with a start. I gently extricated myself from Teddy’s embrace as I slipped out of the bed and over to her, picking her up and walking gently over to the chair in the corner.

I beg with the little huntress, she snuggled close to me, I thought the snuggles were only for Logan, but I guess I deserved some too for letting her sleep in my bed instead of her crib. I and Melody slept in, in the morning, we had a long night, and the bed is much more comfortable than a small crib, or that's what I believe, she slept in through the whole night and a bit of the morning. When I woke up, her small body wasn't glued to mine anymore, her little tail wasn't moving against the bed, instead, she was somewhere under the blanket, her tail moving gave away her location. "Melody? Where have you gone little baby?" I ask out loud pretending not to have seen her under the blanket.