Book Nook Bedroom Novels & Stories

Noah P.O.V. I love this scent. You could see in everything this was indeed the biggest bedroom of the house. The walls where light green colored, it had a big grey couch with a fireplace at the front of the left side of the room. Next to it, close to the big windows there was a king-sized bed with soft light green linen on them. So, when you woke up and looked at your left you would feel like you just had woken up in the forest.

I hesitated for half a second, then nudged it open. The bedroom was… unexpectedly beautiful. Large, yes, but not cold. The bedding was white and crisp, the kind you didn’t dare sit on with dusty clothes. A tall bookshelf stood against one wall, filled with thick hardcover books, all neatly arranged by size. A balcony door sat partly open, letting in a soft breeze that made the sheer curtains sway. The air smelled faintly of cedarwood and something else—clean, warm, masculine. I set the supplies down and gathered my hair into a high, curly bun, using an elastic from my wrist. A few strands fell loose at my temples, but I decided they could stay. They softened my face a little.

naked. The walls were painted a dark shade of beige, a king sized bed was placed at the center of the room. On the left side it has a coffee table and two chairs. On the right, it had a tall shelf filled with all kinds of books from school textbooks to all kinds of files, novels and self help books. It had some trophies, awards and medals. While I was scanning the room, Andre headed to the bathroom. I didn’t waste any moment as I took that chance to snoop around a bit before he catches me.

That gave Elena an hour to clean his quarters. His bedroom was surprisingly sparse for a billionaire. A king-sized bed with dark gray linens, a dresser, and a chair by the window. No photos, no personal items on display. The only hint of personality was the book on his nightstand whatever he was currently reading. Last week it was something on behavioral economics. This week, surprisingly, it was a novel. Fiction. *The Count of Monte Cristo*. His bathroom was immaculate_he was neat, which made her job easier. She cleaned the mirrors, restocked the towels, and made sure everything was in order.

Living here with them would give me the best comfort. And my bedroom was too good to be true. It was so spacious, with panoramic windows boasting an ocean view. There was a queen-sized bed with baby pink sheets, a decorative closet, a television, air conditioning, and a heater. I also had a bookshelf and a makeup desk. Mom must’ve told Thomas that I loved books.

Siebel casually said while staring at Narrah who slightly nodded. Narrah slowly looked around the enormous room. A huge four-poster bed in the middle with two night tables on both sides, a receiving area with two soft couches which she doubts was ever used to accommodate visitors, a door she assumed was the bathroom, and another door leading to the balcony. A massive display cabinet occupies the whole wall of the receiving area. Hardbound books and several porcelain figures were neatly arranged from the floor up to the ceiling.

Pushing his back off of the doorframe he let me walk into a massive bedroom. A large, four-post, canopy bed was the focal point of the room. A fire was roaring at the other end where comfy leather couch, loveseat, and two lounge chairs squared off each side, giving a look like it was a whole other room. The bookshelves I'd loved so much were lining the walls wherever there wasn't furniture or a doorway. There were spots for new books or pictures or knickknacks could be added to make it feel more like our own place. A painting hung above each door. The one above my closet had my favorite garden at Oxford in it. The fountain head and bench with the tall walls and plants covering it like a secr

Its surface is neat, with just a few essentials like a hairbrush, some makeup and a small jewelry box. Directly facing it is the bed whose headboard is a classic piece, with intricate carvings that adds a bit of elegance to the room. Facing the door on the other side of the room, is a bookshelf filled with a mix of novels and children's books -Jhenelle’s books–, as well as a few knicknacks, figurines and souvenirs we had gotten from all our roamings. A small desk is placed by the window with a chair slightly pulled out, as if someone has just stood up. It is covered with drawings and a couple of crayons, arts carefully created with Jhenelle’s childish diligence. Some of those paintings are h

Near the corner, a floor-to-ceiling built-in shelf housed neat rows of hardbound storybooks and collectible models. A plush navy area rug sprawled across most of the floor, partially covered by scattered wooden train tracks and a few half-built marble runs. His bed was a massive four-poster, draped with an embroidered duvet featuring subtle superhero characters. A sleek desk sat against one wall with enough space for his art supplies to be laid out like a tiny architect’s studio. There was even a small modern reading nook by the window with velvet cushions and a smart lamp that adjusted the brightness automatically.

Her book nook, favorite chunky knit blanket, and a good book were calling her name. Claire stepped into her room and just took a deep breath. The light gray walls with the white furniture helped open up the small space and the two floor-to-ceiling windows helped bring in the natural light from outside. She loved the clean and crisp feel of her room, it was relaxing. Her “book nook” was just a spot in front of the windows and a massive gray bean bag chair. She grabbed her latest book obsession, her white chunky knit blanket, and plopped into her spot.