Book Nook Bedroom Novels & Stories

The first door opened, and Max gasped. Cars on the walls, A racing-themed bed. Blue lighting strips beneath the shelves. The boy ran in and jumped onto the mattress like he’d won something. “IT’S MINE?!” Desmond laughed. “All yours.” Next door, Maya’s room bloomed pink. Butterflies on the walls. Fairy lights around the bed. A vanity mirror waiting quietly. She touched everything with reverence. “It’s… beautiful,” she whispered. Finally, Noah’s room. Dinosaurs. Green. A bed shaped like a jungle jeep.

infact, I didn't actually see shit because I was terribly blinded by animal lust and I had just wanted to be fucked. Seven fucking orgasms later, my eyes were clear and I could notice the surroundings around me. As expected...not surprised at all, his bedroom had dark aesthetics, but not as much as his bathroom. And again, his bed was bigger than normal...triple king sized. Five people of the same size as I could sleep on this bed and there would be enough space for extra two. He carefully placed me on the bed as I continued to check his room out. He had a standing shelf by the corner, surprisingly, filled with with books. Hmm, never thought, he read books.

I want to know if there is anything good here. We walk through the rooms. A bedroom with a white quilt, soft and thick, the pillows fluffed, the sheets crisp. A bathroom with a clawfoot tub, a small vase of dried roses on the windowsill, the petals brown and crumbling. A study with shelves of books, their spines cracked, their pages yellowed, a desk with a leather blotter and an old fountain pen, ink dried in the well. A nursery with a crib and a mobile of stars and moons. The same mobile that hangs above Eleanor's crib at home. The same stars. The same moons. The same shadows.

]* Bedtime. Not Alex’s room. Not ‘through.’ Our room. Big bed. Knight bed. Day 1 bed. Twins. Middle. Already asleep. Sand in hair. _HOME_ washed off. Still there. Alex. End of bed. Book. _Not_ shark. _Not_ court. _Not_ 11 seconds. _The House That Was Just Home._ Susan wrote it. Last night. 4 AM. “Therapy,” she said. Illustrated it. Stick figures. Us. Bear. No bad men.

And yet the last light of the evening fell through. Golden. Warm. Almost alive. There were three beds in the room. Little. Ordinary. Despite the decades. A closet. A table. A shelf full of books. All covered with dust. And yet nothing was left. Not really. It's safe. Like someone was looking after it. “Look at this.” Elio already knelt beside the shelf. The books were old. Very old. Fairy tales. Kidneys. School books. Character blocks. And there was a little notebook in between.

They came out and Declan closed the dungeon, keeping back the book that had earlier opened the shelf. Two narrow doors led to smaller rooms. The one on the right, closest to the outside wall, was hardly more than a cubbyhole with a desk, a chair, and some shelves along the wall. The other room, between the hallway and the little office, was a very small bedroom with a narrow double bed, a bedside table, and a wardrobe. On the walls hung landscape paintings. The furniture and wallpaper in the house were all old and faded, but the place smelled nice and clean. Someone had worked over the floor with a dose of soap. The bedroom had another door to the hallway, where a storeroom had been converte

The naughty part of my mind imagines Blake and I having some fun and watching ourselves, I try distract myself by checking out the rest of the room. The bed itself has a black frame and the curtains are black also. There is a window seat and a small library nook already filled with books. I walk towards the bathroom and I am in awe. There is a Jacuzzi and a hot tub, the bathroom is gigantic. There is also a shower in the corner, I can imagine laying in the jacuzzi with candles.

I walked up the stairs, looking dazzled and surprised as I got to the room. "Phew!!" I took a deep sigh as I pushed the doorknob open. "Oh my Goodness!" My jaw dropped, seeing before me the most beautiful bedroom I've ever seen. Well, Mr Noah's room is amazing but I'll take this because its walls are white, my favourite. I stepped in, closing the door behind me as I stared in awe. The queen-size bed covered with pink floral sheets, a large mirror at the side of the wall, couches and flowers all in a room. After a few minutes of admiring the glamorous room, I found my way to the bathroom. If only there wasn't a bathtub and a toilet, I would have sworn this was another room... how big!, I excl

I felt like a sneaky little intruder as I checked out the rooms behind closed doors, despite assuring myself that technically he’d ordered me to treat this place like home. Who wouldn’t go everywhere in their own home, right? Right. Even so, I took a breath as I eased the door handle down on the bedroom at the far end of the hallway. This one was definitely his. The bed was huge and neatly made up in dark blue bedding. The bedside cabinets were clear of everything but an alarm clock and a paperback titled Business with Integrity. He’d left it splayed on an open page with the spine up, which is a pet hate of mine when it comes to reading books but was literally the only thing I’d found so far

I use the time to take a look around his room. Noah's bedroom is spacious but minimalistic, with dark wooden furniture and deep gray walls that give it a sophisticated feel. A bookshelf stands neatly stocked near a leather armchair by the window, where thick curtains drape to block out the city lights. Everything is in perfect order, reflecting his disciplined nature. A faint knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts. I frown, standing up and making my way over, careful not to make too much noise as I crack it open.