Bedded Bliss Novels & Stories

“Bliss, are you ready for some enchanting fun?” Bliss, her bright blue eyes shining with anticipation, nodded eagerly. She clutched her favorite stuffed bunny tightly, ready to embark on an adventure with her beloved sister. With a flourish, Celiza produced a stack of colorful art supplies—paints, brushes, and even a large blank canvas. “Today, my dear Bliss, we shall create a masterpiece!” Bliss clapped her hands together, her dimples deepening. “A masterpiece? Just for us?” Celiza nodded, her face radiant with joy. “Indeed! We shall paint the most magical and whimsical scene that our imaginations can conjure. Anything is possible here.”

Sunday mornings in the penthouse had become a performance art piece titled Domestic Bliss. The set design was flawless. The sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the dust motes into floating gold. The soundtrack was the low hiss of the espresso machine and the cartoon chatter of Bluey from the living room. The actors knew their lines.

THE ROOM was quiet. The only thing that can be heard is the soft, steady beeping sound of the ICU ventilator beside the bed, where a young woman laid. The sky outside the windows is bright and sunny, complementing the news that will soon be revealed. The door opened with a soft creak. A nurse came inside the room. Her gaze went to the woman peacefully sleeping on the bed and walked towards her.

"Mmmm!" Daphne stretched out in bed the next morning. 'This has to be the best I've ever slept!' She felt so relaxed both physically and spiritually. 'The bed and blankets have accepted me as one of their own! I don't want to betray their trust by getting up!' She thought to herself. Everything about the last twenty four hours was amazing! Great time, great food, great company... GREAT sex. To summarize the mood in a single word. 'Bliss.'

He looks the way a man looks when he has been standing on the other side of a door waiting for a knock he knew would come. I step inside. He closes the door behind me, and the sound of the latch engaging is quiet and final, and the room smells of cedar and old wool and something sharper underneath, something like the air after a storm has passed. The bed is an iron bedstead against the far wall, dressed in white linen, a single shuttered window above it facing the olive groves. On the writing desk, beside a half-empty glass of water, Lorenzo's gold watch catches the lamplight.

“Let me… I’ll have it cleaned for you, sir.” “It’s all good,” Fidelis sighed as he removed the jacket. He passed it along. “Just send it to my penthouse when it’s ready.” Fidelis resided on the top floor, in a penthouse well away from his family's residence. He had moved out at the age of twenty-two, preferring the freedom that accompanied it. Now, they only gather on weekends or for special occasions, like tonight. “Is everything okay, Fidelis?” his mother, Ruth, inquired from across the circular table, her keen gaze detecting even the slightest change in his mood.

I can't believe my ears, the earth was dancing beneath my feet and I can't believe what my ears listened to. After ten years of no hope, after ten cursed years, ten years of longing and hopelessness, I stopped believing in God but little did I know he will return all my happiness, answer all unsaid prayers and bless me with the most beautiful blessing, my parents. "My parents, they are alive." "My Mom, Dad, my life, my happiness, he had returned it all." "Utter Bliss"..." Pure Blessing"

Almera thought out loud as she ran her hands on the beautifully embroidered butterflies. “Oh my god!” She kept running her hand on the rug with a sweet smile “This is so soft….” She spread the blanket on the bed in excitement and was about to jump on it when she saw the inscription “Blessing for your happily ever after” “Aawwww…!” She leaned on Thomas with a blissful smile.

(Isabella’s POV) Bliss. I had never known the true meaning of the word until I woke up in Alessandro’s arms. The morning light streamed through the massive windows, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. I felt safe. I felt cherished. I felt a profound, soul-deep peace that I had thought was lost to me forever.

It feeds on the souls of those who try to escape. Bliss had spent years trapped inside that mansion, feeling like a ghost in her own life, like a woman made of glass. The house had taken her joy, her freedom, her identity. But now, now she had the key to her own future. She wasn’t going to be a part of the house’s twisted game anymore. No matter what it cost her.