Book Nook Bedroom Mga Nobela at Kwento

her mother said, opening the door of the room opposite Jin’s. When they stepped into the huge room, Adrienne almost gasped. The luxurious queen-sized bed in the center was covered in purple and pink bedspreads, duvet and pillows. The pillows in the center of the bed had the letter A embroidered in them. There was a desk and a shelf full of books. A huge couch and center table stood on a corner opposite the bed. Luxurious violet curtains cover the glass walls and doors that led to a huge balcony. The walls were adorned with beautiful, serene paintings on canvass. “Wow,” Adrienne breathlessly stated. “This is so beautiful.”

The drawers are jammed with underwear: panties, bras, stockings. What else? The bedside tables... A pair of lamps. A plastic tumbler and a bottle of sparkling water. A clock. A radio. I slide open a drawer: hairbrush. A bottle of paracetamol. Tissues... At the back, a book. 'Poisonous and Psychoactive Plants: a Handbook.' Interesting choice of bedtime reading... I slide the drawer closed again. Something's pulling at me. Something missing. I can't put my finger on it.

I nudged it wide enough for both of us to pass through. The room itself was simple: a small wooden bookshelf, packed with children's books, sat near the door. Gregor had bought him the shelf and what looked like half the books in the world once he'd realized Adonis was a sensitive kid with a soft spot for fairy tales. The walls, like the door, were yellow, though softer than the scorching shade outside, giving the room a warm, lived-in feel. In the corner sat a white-and-yellow bed piled high with covers. What I'd taken for a mound of blankets turned out to be just a single pillow. I straightened the covers and settled Adonis into bed. It was soft, nothing like mine. I felt a stab of envy. I

Louis walked into the room as she stepped out of the bathroom. "What do you want for dinner?" he asked. She looked round his room and got into his bed. A sigh escaped her lips as she laid down. "I'm not hungry, but can I sleep here?"she asked. "Of course." She pulled the covers over her body and closed her eyes. "Are you sure that you don't want anything to eat?" he asked again, and she nodded while her eyes were still closed. "But if you change your mind, I can still make dinner for you."

CHAPTER 6 HER KIND OF PLEASURE WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! With my lingerie hugging my body seductively, I purposely dropped the bar of soap to the floor and slowly bent my body down, with slight movements, the hem of my lingerie raised to my thigh and they could see a little bit of my ass.

“Laundry, Clint, Me.” Brayden’s room was in between the other two. Meredith was quite curious what kind of room he grew up in. Of course, it was modern grays, blacks, and whites. A small bookcase with inspiration and leadership type books. There was one book that was fictional and not related to becoming the perfect little CEO. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. Meredith blinked several times at it and became a little dizzy. Brayden closed the other two doors and entered his room, closing the door behind him.

There were many bedrooms available, and I could choose whichever I wanted. “I love to read, and I could use a place to study and do my homework,” I told Benson. “Very good, Miss,” Benson replied. “There is a lovely bedroom near the library. You’ll enjoy the library. It’s filled with books that belonged to your ancestors and newer books that the current master purchased.” Please follow me, Miss Wilson,” Benson said as he led me upstairs to a gorgeous bedroom luxuriously decorated in shades of pink and cream. “This room also has its own balcony. The view is spectacular, especially at sunrise.”

Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open a little further. Darren’s bedroom was immaculate, not a thing out of place. A massive bed with neat charcoal gray blankets and pillows, ever the minimalist, sat in the middle of the room. Two nightstands sat on either side of the bed, one of which looked entirely unused, like he’d purchased it just for symmetry and nothing else. My gaze wandered to the nightstand that did look used. A small stack of books caught my attention—business texts, historical novels, and then, tucked underneath them, a well-worn copy of The Count of Monte Cristo.

If he even wanted to hear it in the first place. I pushed the door between our rooms open and stepped into his bedroom. His room was a stark contrast to mine. In the center of the room was a large 4-poster king-sized bed. It was raised on a platform so that it sat higher than your average mattress would. His bedding was a deep, rich, navy blue and soft to the touch. He had very few personal touches in the room I noticed while looking around. A book was on the bedside table, a bookmark saving his page and a whiskey decanter sat on the table next to the leather armchair.

Chapter: 2 ****** Eighteen Years Later: ****** "Good morning, Boss," Bogo greeted as he entered the bedroom. He walked to his right and flicked on the light switch, flooding the room with blinding brightness from the chandelier. The magnificent bedroom, resembling something from a magazine page, reflected a wealth of vibrant colors. A cream-colored comforter covered the king-sized bed, complemented by a matching white quilt with gold embroidery framing the large windows overlooking the city.