Book X Pillow Novels & Stories

She keeps it tucked close to her chest as she walks around to her side of the bed. Without a word, she grabs one of the throw pillows from the headboard, sets it right in the middle of the mattress like some kind of wall, then climbs into bed. Her knee brushes mine, and she pulls away quickly. “I see you've set the boundary,” I say, eyeing the pillow wall she’s placed neatly down the center of the bed. “Uh-huh.” She opens the book to a marked page and starts reading under the glow of the bedside lamp, chewing her bottom lip in focus. I know I should turn away. Let her be. Sleep.

“I think… I would like… a… I mean… all I have ever had was a hard cot and a thin blanket. I think… I would like… a pillow… I mean… a good pillow…” Brian only looked at me silently, I hope I didn’t hurt his feelings. Turning my head away in shame I started kicking myself for even speaking. Eventually he sighed. “Okay, Mariah, lets deck out his room. Guy wants a good pillow, let's get him a great bed!” I felt his arm on my shoulder as he started to lead me deeper into the store. “Let’s introduce you to Egyptian Cotton!” “Hey! Wait for me!” Mariah laughed. “You need to get the right thread count!”

Pillows of different colors and shapes lay carelessly on the bed, giving off a lovely, accommodating nature. The light blue on the walls was so breath-taking and mysterious that it made her feel like she was in heaven. The mahogany brown table, not far from the bed, was occupied by different business books. She could read a few, like the passion of a businessman, how to be a business tycoon, and what a businessperson needs to do.

Can't breathe lying down. "This is miserable," I groan at three in the morning. Still awake. Caius is awake too. Reading. "Want me to get you more pillows?" "I have seventeen pillows. More won't help." "Want me to read to you? Might help you relax." "Fine. But nothing boring. I'll fall asleep angry." He reads one of his favorite books. Something about ancient magic theory. His voice is soothing even when the content is dry. I fall asleep somewhere around chapter three.

A set of rustic canisters set out before me, old style with some fruit on them like you’d see in some Nonna's house. I found myself putting them in the cart and then I pictured his den the only place in the house with a little character, the table with that god-awful gold ashtray in the middle. It stuck out like a sore thumb. I went off and found one that was much more to his taste, a redwood box with a silver inside, tame but mature. The couch too it was bare, with no pillows, it had looked so uncomfortable. I went back to the dreaded pillow aisle and grabbed two black velvet pillows to place in the room. Luca must have realized what I was doing because he had a funny smirk on his face.

When Willow let me back in front again, I was just staring at the black box she got earlier in Alpha Rick's secret room. I was hesitant to open the black box but I am curious what was inside. The box is 14 inches wide and 8 inches in height. I tried to lift it up and boy it was heavy! I released a long breath and slowly uncovered the black box in anticipation. I was a little bit nervous. A big thick old book greeted me. I take it out and read the big title. The Gifted Hybrid.

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

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Clasp to her chest was a big book, with a crescent moon carved out on its black, thick cover. Coughing uncontrollably, Lilith gasped for air, Rushing over the luggage, I found a t-shirt and shorts that I had packed for her, I knew it would come in handy. “Told you it was something important,” She wheezed. Handing the book to me, Lilith tried to get dressed, and Damon helped her, why did this book feel so familiar like I have seen it before, Suddenly, the book began to skip over pages, landing it on a random sheet,

" Well... uh i was feeling uneasy in these clothes and its boring here. Like there is not even a single book here or even newspaper." Amelthia answered. " I guessed that too... We don't keep things here. But i brought this book with me last time. You can have it." Felix offered the book to Amelthia. Amelthia eyed Felix and then the book. " O-ok. Thank you." Amelthia said taking the book. "Now better go to sleep. If you cant sleep then you should try to sleep soon." Amelthia just nodded on Felix commanding tone and got up with the book.