Booktok Bedroom Novels & Stories

He pushes open a massive oak double door, further down the hall, and we enter his bedroom. Kassian I bring her into my sanctuary. The air is different here: scents of old leather, cedar, cold tobacco, and me. The room is vast, sober, dominated by an immense bed with a dark canopy. The walls are lined with books, a stone fireplace is set into the far wall. The only lights come from discreet oil lamps and the dying embers in the hearth. It's a den. My den. And I have just brought my most precious prey into it.

He was pretty sure magic was holding it up, it looked immensely heavy and hung almost right down into the square space left by the landing. Sebestian smiled at the awestruck looks on their faces with each bedroom he and his mate showed them, all of them decorated in blues, greens, golds and purples. Four of the rooms had kingsize beds with matching armoirs and nightstands made of cherry, oak and pine. Each room had a fireplace, walk-in closet and a bathroom complete with shower, tub, twin sinks and decorated with floor to ceiling subway tiles in colours that matched each room. He particularly liked the wooden shutters on the outside of the sash windows.

Blake crossed the large foyer, with the polished wood floors, sparkling chandelier overhead, and cream-colored walls, and climbed the stairs, shrugging out of his suit coat as he went. He made his way down the hallway and entered the third bedroom on the right. The bedroom was every little girl’s dream. The walls were cotton-candy pink, the carpet white and… plushy. Pink and white striped curtains covered the large window above the window seat. Toys filled a bookcase and spilled out of a chest. A tea set was arranged on a little table that had two chairs around it. The furniture was white and small. A small canopy bed covered with the same fabric as the window sat in one corner. It was on th

It has benefits for the future. The brown-eyed girl was circulating the view of the entire room that was used as her overnight room. It’s about six square feet. Complete with a bathtub in the corner of a room covered by a folding wooden wall. A tall, imported wooden teak with a fine trim lies not far from the wide bed. It’s filled with a cute cupboard. The dressing table next to it is full of jewels and accessories. Being here, Rosetta gets the chill-out. Still, something was unsettling.

He says, kissing my forehead before striding out of the room, closing the door behind. It all felt so surreal, with Asher out of the room I could finally explore the bedroom. The room wasn’t what I envisaged, but this goes past whatever expedition I was forming. It’s a large spacious circular room with a high vaulted ceiling. Ray of moonlight streams in through tall arched windows, illuminating the rich furnishings. There’s a massive bed draped in black velvet, a massive oak walk-in closet, a plush armchair by a crackling fireplace that flickers and glows. Bookshelves lining one side of the wall filled with different books,

I managed to reply. She pushed a button on her desk and the bookshelf behind her table opened. “Follow me,” she said. A thrill coursed through my nerves and my cock awakened as I followed her to another room. It was an elegant bedroom complete with a sauna bath and a variety of sex toys I had never seen in my entire life. There was a horse-like contraption that I assumed women used to masturbate. There were dildos of different sizes, colors and materials. There were dildos with clitoral stimulators too.

He chooses the bigger room to be his bedroom it has its own shower that made it all convenient, then he chooses the small room to be his pretend 'study room'. He divided the room into two parts; the first part is a library acting to be his study area, with a couple of cabinets full of books, there's a wooden table, a desk lamp, and a wooden chair. Then, of course, the epic secret room that you can access when you move the shelves which is really a door.

That's why, humans are crazy. The house is very big, with six bedrooms, three bathrooms and a perfect little office that i am thrilled to slowly turn it into my little witch cave. I have already installed a wall-filling bookcase for all my precious books, and rows of shelves for my jars and tools. Tomorrow i will be doing the cabins and cleaning and setting two of the bedrooms for the younger ones. So, i really need to get some sleep.

"Clean clothes. I think you and I look alike. So the size should fit. But first, you need to go to the bathroom." The small room with the stove in the middle was filled with books that were everywhere. A variety of books adorned the stone walls and the dark red carpet that stretched up to the door. There were also books under the armchairs, under the sofa, and even under the table that stood by the window.

The force of gravity in the room seemed to suddenly increase, threatening to drag her to the floor. Get over it. You knew damn well this was going to happen. Just . . . move on. She looked over her shoulder to finally take in the rest of the space. Her father’s bed lay inside one of the corners, the mattress a size too small for a man of his height and covered with the same camo blanket that rested on her own. A large bookcase lined one wall, its contents a hodgepodge of classic and paranoid—“Survivalist,” Emma corrected herself—literature. She scanned the titles. Finding Tom Sawyer and The Anarchist’s Cookbook resting beside each other conjured demented scenes of the scamp lobbing improvise