Book X Pillow Novels & Stories

The thing even has pockets where the TV remote now hides. “This is really cool.” I say wiggling back a little more. “Rhea recommended it and this one is specially made. She said that the usual nursing pillows can be awkward and uncomfortable when you have to sit up, so she cam eup with this idea. She asked for this back pillow to be made and it has an attachable piece that wraps around you and creates the nursing pillow.” He walks to the closet and comes back with a half circle pillow and I life Selene up so he can wrap it around my waist.

I asked putting him down and taking his hand as he guided me to where he was sitting with her, reading a book with a red cover on it, it was placed on top of a small table which he was sitting in front of on a children’s chair, while Myla seemed to be sitting on the floor beside him, she brought a pillow for me and I smiled nodding at her as Mathew sat on his chair and I sat down on top of the pillow beside him. “It is this red book” Mathew said pushing the book toward me, I laughed shaking my head at the child, paying close attention to look at his face, to see if he was in pain, he put a hand on his head making me frown as I checked his fever to find nothing, though his eyes gave out pain.

And I'm not going without seeing it. "C'mon.. what's so secretive? You know I won't tell anyone," I say whilst trying to pull his body with my one hand while digging my other hand under the pillow. My fingers touch something like a book. "Woah! A book! What book is that? Some adult novel? I too wanna read!", I say and try to pull it out. "NO! GO AWAY PERVERT!" he scoffs and pushes me away with one hand, his other hand still clutching the pillow under his stomach.

The decorative pillow was already in place. Not the confident beige one from the penthouse—that one had stayed in Manhattan, presumably guarding Alexander's empty bed. This was a different pillow, longer and narrower, in a shade of blue that matched the curtains. It sat exactly in the center of the bed, placed with the geometric precision of someone who had measured the distance from each headboard post. Marcus's work, clearly. The man was a professional. Elijah walked to the bed and looked at the pillow. He touched it. The fabric was soft, some kind of linen, and the pillow itself had enough heft to serve its diplomatic purpose. A proper border. A line in the sand. Or the sheets, as the cas

“That isn’t a book.” I snickered. “You haven’t read it doesn’t mean that it isn’t a book, it was about this certain pillow that was owned by Fiona Woods, whenever she wants to lay her head on it....” “Your way of fabricating this story is stupid.” She commented and we laughed. I stared at her, it was at the tip of my tongue to tell her how beautiful she looked right now but then she doesn’t like hearing that so I kept my thoughts to myself.

"What’s that?" Oh, shit. Not my Jumin Han body pillow. "That’s for research purposes," I said, my voice cool and my face even more stoic than a statue. She looked at me with a bit of a frown on her visage. "I see." She averted her eyes from my pillow. "Anyways, some of my friends are bookworms as well." "Oh, are they?" I raised my brow. "What genre do they read?"

All three shelves were packed with books of all kinds. The Scottish and Union Jack flags hung on the wall between the bathroom and closet. The bed had a patchwork quilt on it. He was glad to see that she only had two pillows on it and not a ton of useless throw pillows. Even the couch only had a pillow at either end and a bright blue afghan across the back. “Are yeh okay?” Nessie asked wrapping her arms around his waist. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair. “No.”

I walked into the inner part of the book shop and excused myself after I belched. “This one is Six Thousand Naira”. “If you interrupt mw again, you won’t like what I’ll do to you…” The shopkeeper saw my countenance and left me alone, before going to fetch cellophane bag. He picked up the 2009 Guinness Book of World Records and bagged it, and waited patiently for me to pick another book. I soon picked The Family by Mario Puzo and Carol Gino. I was handing the novel to the shopkeeper, who was already with a calculator, when I saw it. It was a dark hardcover book, with pink and dark designs. I smiled broadly and extracted it from the shelf with both hands.

I sat and whispered, “History of Dreadveil Palace.” To my astonishment, a massive book slowly rose from the shelf and floated toward me. It was huge—thousands of pages thick—but I wasn’t planning to read all of it. I touched the cover and said, “History of Prince Luca Blackthorn.” The pages instantly flipped on their own, stopping at a chapter titled simply: Luca Blackthorn.

It gave a cottage feel, there were four beds all on top of a couple of steps facing in semicircle position, all behind two Windows that were in between each nightstand. The sheets were all white with different design pillows on their, a lama, a potion glass, a book, and an gem. Totally my style, I stepped a little more setting my bags down, admiring that there was a whole bookshelf full of books. Tempted to touch them all I restricted myself and put my view on the pixie I went up the steps going to the bed on the far-right watching her unpack I stood there not knowing if I should start unpacking.