Bedside Table Attached To Bed Novels & Stories

he said, voice low and reverent. Inside, the room was vast, walls lined with old filing cabinets, shelves of ledgers, and locked cases containing artifacts of obsession and power. A single desk sat in the center, littered with papers and old letters. A faint glow of light from a skylight above painted the room in a golden haze. Justina stepped forward, fingers brushing against the edge of the desk. “Every secret your father ever kept,” she murmured, “all laid bare.” Her voice trembled with awe and the unspoken recognition of what this meant for them.

"You can sit on the lounge over there while you wait." I pointed on the lounge area beside the bed. There was a flat-screen television in front of the glass coffee table, placed in the middle of the white cushioned couch. There was also a chandelier that hung above it, and cream-colored, fur carpet beneath the furniture. The tiny living area in this bedroom was well-kept and sophisticated.

Every piece of furniture was white washed, down to the plush cotton sofas in the living room. Callum began moving again, since this place was unfamiliar to her, she was forced to follow him. When he came to a halt, they were in a bedroom. It was immaculate and austere but so huge it almost looked empty. A pompous bed stood in the middle, the headboard raised above it possessed the colour of natural wood. A bedside table of similar color was on both sides. Above it was an Olympic ball dipped in silver which filtered powerful white light. On the left were curtained glass windows. This room was something of a spectacle, the only personal touch this room held was the mat on the floor.

"Are you ready to go to bed?" Justine inquired gently. "Nope," I replied, panting. "Absolutely not." "Good, since neither do I." Justine took my hand and escorted me around to the other entrance in the bathroom, where we discovered ourselves in a little bedroom. A double bed was packed into the far doorway, and alongside it was a surprisingly tiny bedside table with a reading light and two or three framed photos. The partitions were barren, with just cream-colored varnish on them, and the carpeting under our feet was massive and azure, with no mats to break up the monotony.

Zyka groans. “No Zac ... we are not naming her that ... and that bed is...”. I look at he big purple trimmed horror. “… A bit much maybe”. “This then, look this one is pretty ... and more classic looking. It comes in different colors”. He walks over to a combined bed and changing table.. it is a bit kitschy but much less than the other one. I walk over to examine it. It is sturdy and well made. “Well this could be a possibility”. “Yes ?! I like this”. He starts examining the changing area. “What is this part for ?”

On its surface sat a glass of water and a small dish of what looked like expensive chocolates. Across from the bed, a large, flat-screen television hung on the wall, framed by a built-in media unit crafted from the same dark wood as the nightstand. Below it, a low console table held a collection of leather-bound books and a few tasteful knick-knacks – a polished metal sculpture, a framed black and white photograph depicting a classic car, and a small globe. To my left, a large glass balcony door offered a glimpse of what looked like a private patio, its existence hinted at by the potted plants visible just beyond the glass.

So how did I end up on the bed? Am I sleeping next to him? at the thought, I looked beside me to find it empty before I looked around the room. I frowned in confusion at the sight, as I lay in a white king-sized bed with a large curtain hanging in front of me. A dressing table stood to one side of the room, along with a large cabinet and a large TV. There were also two couches with a tea table between them with a large window behind it, which was the exact window to ruin my sleep.

Robert wasn't in view, and he didn't smoke, so she had to leave here as soon as possible. Her curiosity got the best of her when her legs trudged toward the bedside, her heels clicking against the tiles. She walked towards the room, which was neatly laid with sparkling white bedspread and clothed pilows with the same white lined themselves horizontally near the headboard. Her eyes darted towards the table lamp next to the bed. Atop it was a lighter and

His books are also arrange on the mini shelf beside his table. His bed is covered with a grey duvet and his bedside table contains a lampshade, sanitizers and a picture frame of him and a very beautiful lady. I dared not to ask who it is cause I'm sure that it's his Mom. And based from what I heard a while ago, anything related to her mom brought pain to him.

I could see the door of an open closet, a desk on my left side with some objects on top, one of these things was an iPhone and a gold watch. The huge windows in the room were covered by two neutral colored curtains. There was a little table in the right corner of the room, with its chairs padded. There was also an armchair located a few steps from the bed. I pulled out the sheet that covered the face of the one who slept so relaxed next to me.