Book Pillow Thoughts Novels & Stories

I stepped out of my own slick, slowly walking towards the bed, my chest pounding like I was committing a sin. I was. Because I wasn't supposed to be there in the first place. I stood beside the bedframe, still gazing at the bed, filthy thoughts of hard sex with my Alpha Daddy filling my head. And then my gaze landed on the pillows. “Holy fucking goddess!” I exclaimed, my voice a downpour of soft whisper. Those pillows… They didn't look like pillows anymore. Not to me. They were lined up vertically in the middle of the bed And they looked like something else now.

ELLA'S POV Am I floating? It feels like it. I can feel softness everywhere. I don't know why my pillow is so firm and warm but very comfortable. I hug it because I want its warmness to transfer to me. This is the kind of warmth that you are looking for in a cold weather. It is like the hot chocolate you crave in winter. What a weird analogy Ella. Weirdly my pillow hugged me back. Huh? I tighten my grip and it return the favor by hugging me back tightly also.

“No, thank God. And also… Thank you. For bravely luring that thing toward Finlay.” I frowned. “Weren’t you the one who did that?” “Did what?” “Never mind,” I muttered, letting it go. “Anyway, since Lucky Kid was able to silence it, does that mean the beast was a product of a thought?” Her smile returned, bright and approving. “I like how fast you’re catching on.” I hope you’ll like me, too, I thought, but I only said, “It’s basic once you know how a thought works.”

Sally was still sprawled on the desk, subconsciously doodling on a piece of paper with the pen in her hand. Evonne patted her head helplessly. “Are you still thinking about that?” Sally returned to her senses. She nodded as she packed her school bag. “Uh-huh.” “You.” Evonne rolled her eyes. “Won’t it be resolved if you go back and ask him personally what part of you he’s unsatisfied with? “Think about it. What was the cause? “Men’s thoughts are as unpredictable as the ocean. Stop blindly tormenting yourself!” Sally flattened her lips. “It’s women’s thoughts that are as unpredictable as the ocean.

CHASE The pillow wall was hilarious in theory. In practice, it was a joke. Seven pillows stacked like a soft barricade down the middle of the queen bed—neutral territory in a war nobody had officially declared. I lay on my side staring at the fabric mound, listening to Sloane breathe on the other side. Slow. Steady. Not asleep yet.

She half yelled, removing her hands from her lacy nightwear and bringing them atop her head, scattering the red curls. “Why do I keep having these thoughts? Why do I feel this why?” Brielle wondered, her chest clenching with a bitter realization that she was slowly sinking into this abyss that consisted of a mysterious man who would never forget his dead lover. ‘Think positive things, Brielle. You were doing something earlier. Continue with that, give yourself some goody two shoes, and go to bed.’ This time it was her subconscious talking to her. She had been touching herself earlier, thinking it was Lord Darius and her...

I didn’t know I was so messed up , scared and frustrated. I shook the thoughts and decided to get him rid off his shoes. After tugging them I noticed his belt , it was bothering him. I was felt a bit hesitated to remove the belt because I had to touch his waist , gosh what hell was wrong with my Internal substances. Why they were unnecessarily struggling for their existence. I cursed them and finally got rid off him. He turned aside grabbing the side pillow in his embrace. I thought girls only do this , they are habitual of hugging pillows while sleeping!

I sat down for a while and stretched until I remembered what happened yesterday. Can I come with you when you see your Dad? His questions make me freeze in my place and make me think about a lot of things. I don't know but I feel something strange. Honestly, there's nothing wrong if he comes along, but I don't have any privacy anymore. I took a deep breath, tried to put aside the things bothering me, and started making my bed. The colors of my bedsheet and pillowcase are simple white and black plain. I have three pillows, two in front and one that I hug, I seem to have gotten used to that arrangement. Because if I don't have a hug pillow, it's hard to sleep.

As if he can read my mind, he waves the white flag and surrenders, "Fine, can I borrow OUR shirt?" "Hihi yes." I grin and finally lie down, putting a pillow in between us to draw an obvious line as to remind him not to enter my area. I like having my own space when I sleep, because I love surrounding myself with pillows. It feels like being hugged by cool, giant arms. "I'm not sleepy yet,” he sighs before removing the pillow fort and lies right next to me, hand caressing my hair down to the end, clearly not going to sleep anytime soon.

I asked hoping she won't misunderstood. "Sure" she agreed and sat next to me on my thick pink girly bedspread. "Mom...what do you think can be the reason for not hearing someone's thoughts" I asked and he face fell she looked confused. "What do you mean?" She asked with a trying to break down mys statement. "I mean there's this person...I can't hear his thoughts, and I don't know why, but when I have a kind of intimacy with the person. The thought become clearer" I said and the only thing floating on top of her mind was the word I used.