Book Nook Bedroom Novels & Stories

“Also, I still have to give you a tour of the place, Ben!” The three worked together to set up one of the guest rooms on the second floor as Ben’s bedroom. It had a full double size bed, a closet, a drawer, a desk, and its own bathroom. It also had large windows for viewing the outside, but of course, it had curtains for privacy. “Ohhh, this looks great!” said Ben. “Glad you think so,” said Nico.

"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.

I roamed my eyes around and smiled. Just like the living room, this bedroom also had refreshing interiors. It's a combination of white and light green. The floor was carpeted while there's a big bed in the center of the room. There's a bedside table on its side and a small drawer. Everything was made of Narra tree and made shiny with varnish.

"And this is the other one." Noah stuck his head into the first room. It was simple enough and all he needed: a room with a bed, a closet, and a couple of dressers—lots and lots more doilies and old family portraits. He didn't even need to see the second room. He'd made up his mind the moment he saw the proximity of her room to the first, but in an effort to conceal his excitement about how close he'd be sleeping to her, he walked to the second room and peeked in. "I'm cool with that one." He pointed to the first one, trying to sound as casual as possible. But unable to take another minute this close to her in her house without knowing, he had to ask. "So you live here in this big house all

Noah. I groaned shifting against a soft bed as I came out of unconsciousness. I could feel the lights against my eyes, so I turned away from it. But when I turned I felt a sharp pain at the side of my head and hissed loudly before opening my eyes. I was immediately assaulted by the sight of a messy room. Not really messy with dirt but with books, a lot of it. There was a huge shelf in front of me filled with books. There wasn't even space to put a single page of a book. Beside the shelf was a chair and a reading table, on top of the table was books also. And in front of the shelf a small table, books were also in it. And a small bowl upon close inspection was a fish inside of it, swimming sl

Nico carried me and walked past several rooms, I had seen one with a huge library, shelves of book and I also saw a music room. “That one right there is my room,” he pointed at a big brown door. “And thissss.. Is your room.” The room was huge. Not what I ever pictured, there was this huge king sized bed that had an decorative metal headboard. And by the side, was an decorative piece of table dressed in chaise longue and vintage dressing table.

He had a large bed built of dark wood, and it was easily the most expensive piece in the room. Abby couldn't stop herself from wondering what it would be like to be in that bed with him. She flushed, biting the inside of her cheek. Running a hand down the comforter, she smiled at how soft it was. So he likes nice bedding. She could appreciate a man who understood the importance of high-thread counts. The right side table had some books, an empty glass, and a pair of reading glasses. Abby read the titles of the books—all nonfiction about wars or horses—and wandered around the rest of the room.

Beside it was a jar of strawberry candies—the exact brand Dorothea always ate—with a handwritten label on the porcelain palette: Dorothea. She stepped into the bedroom. The bed was enormous, covered in linen sheets and a silk duvet that felt weightless. A dark grey wool throw was draped over the foot of the bed. On the nightstand sat an open picture book, the bookmark placed exactly where Dorothea had stopped reading last time.

The bedding is lux and there are more playful animals and extra, folded, ecru satin-quilted blankets. I have no doubt there is a wired sound and surveillance system for tranquil music and 24/7 monitoring. I also spy a flat screen for playing movies and videos. Nick has probably even ordered a gaming platform, regardless of this being a nursery. He’ll be several steps ahead of and well-prepared for an overachiever. The waterworks return. How could they not? Nick has every detail nailed, including built in bookshelves that are stocked with children’s books in multiple languages. A dresser, a mirrored-door armoire, a diaper-changing station—all matching the style of the royal crib.

The view of the lit-up city was stunning in each direction. He reached for my hand. "Let me show you around." Silently, I agreed, following close behind as Nox took me from room to room. The first direction took us to a small hall with three doors. One led to a bathroom. The next led to a small bedroom with a queen-sized bed and other bedroom furniture. The last door opened to a larger bedroom, beautifully decorated in shades of brown and green. The four-poster bed was a California king that dominated the room. Directly across the room was a fireplace with a flat-screened television above. Near the windows showcasing more of the gorgeous city view sat a plush chair with a matching ottoman. C