Blank Pillow Covers Novels & Stories

There were indeed pillows, two of them, both with red pillowcases featuring little male and female figures kissing. Aria felt a tickle in her throat and coughed. She thought the pillows weren't completely unacceptable—remove the cases and they'd be perfectly fine pillows underneath. Archer handed her a pillow and also stuffed several thin blankets into her arms, piling them high enough to block her wandering glances at the room's decorations. Aria made a muffled sound but didn't refuse. She figured Archer just wanted to remove some of that thick stack of blankets from the bed.

I was so happy that all these were available. And the walls were filled with different kinds of wallpaper that were emitting some rays, and it was so calm, they were filled with photos of celebrities like Selena Gomez, Zandaya, Rihanna, Cardi B, Nicki Minaj, and Billie Eilish, although I was not a fan of any celebrity, I just loved all their music. Then I took a closer look at the bed. The bed is king-sized, and on it is a light-dark blue duvet with a big blanket folded on the end, alongside two normal-sized pillows sitting on top of my bed behind a small, blue square pillow.

It was a beige color that matched the large luxurious blanket and pillow covers. Two night stands on both sides of the bed with a lamp on each one. One the furthest wall next to the bed was a large bay window with a wide bench covered in a pillow top padding and surrounded with accent pillows. A small writing desk sat on the wall the door was on and an empty bookshelf, next to it.

“I think… I would like… a… I mean… all I have ever had was a hard cot and a thin blanket. I think… I would like… a pillow… I mean… a good pillow…” Brian only looked at me silently, I hope I didn’t hurt his feelings. Turning my head away in shame I started kicking myself for even speaking. Eventually he sighed. “Okay, Mariah, lets deck out his room. Guy wants a good pillow, let's get him a great bed!” I felt his arm on my shoulder as he started to lead me deeper into the store. “Let’s introduce you to Egyptian Cotton!” “Hey! Wait for me!” Mariah laughed. “You need to get the right thread count!”

As if they knew they were my most favorite color. I went in, saw a table in the middle, attached to a small bed, neatly made with whitish lilac bed sheets, though wide enough to contain just me. And the pillows, with pink covers. I counted the pillows, one.. two.. three… Ah, four! Just only me to four pillows, well arranged.. two on the head position, and two by the sides; one each on the left and right. Beautiful!

I need to find a way to escape. His bedding is tucked tight, as if a soldier or a doctor made it. I fear messing with it, but I still have several more rooms to finish before Sarah hunts me down with more chores. The deep navy blue covers match perfectly to the subtly patterned sheets beneath. I peel back the layers and replace the sheet with fresh white ones.

"It isn't caving." "It absolutely is." "It's... strategic financial planning." She bursts into laughter. "Whatever helps you sleep at night." As we begin gathering the paperwork, I wander a little farther down one of the aisles. Blankets. Sheets. Tiny pillows. Stuffed animals. My heart melts a little more with every step. Then I stop. Folded neatly on a display is a bedding set unlike anything else in the store. Soft sage green. Cream-colored trim. Tiny embroidered wolves beneath a glowing moon.

she called. He rushed in with some clothes. "I don't know what will fit you so you can just choose." She rolled her eyes at him,"I'm just here intruding on your privacy, you don't have to stress yourself out, anything is okay." She smiled. "C'mon not you Andrea, you have saved me and the biggest bully in college apologized to me." He chuckled. Andrea looked at the clothes and pointed out her red pajamas. "Pass me the red one, it looks comfy."

Opening the door to her room, Zhi Rou walked in and was dumbstruck! Her bedroom was as big as the living room they were just in, and the decorations were similar to that of her old place. In the centre of the room against the wall was a king-sized bed covered in lavender bed sheets. A white- and lavender-coloured fluffy blanket was folded on the edge of the bed covering the base. The bed had six pillows on it; the bigger pillows were covered in lavender, the medium in white and the small oval pillows were grey with lavender-coloured stripes running horizontally.

Smelled the faint vanilla in the air. It felt like walking into someone else’s dream. She opened the closet—and blinked. “What’s in the bags?” David joined her, crouching beside the carefully arranged shelves. “You said you didn’t want to go full pink or blue,” he said. “So I had them pull both. Once we know, we can switch them in.” He pulled out sets of throw pillows—one in soft blush, the other in muted navy. Matching blankets. Bunting banners. Framed art.