Booktok Bedroom Novels & Stories

The kind of room that could swallow you whole. I liked it. I was never really a “color” kind of girl when it came to bedrooms anyway. Darkness makes it easier to sleep. To breathe. To disappear. And this room... this room was huge. Massive, really. A small library filled one wall, all dark oak shelves lined with books. The chandeliers above were deep black, gothic and beautiful, catching the faint glow of moonlight leaking in from the open balcony door. The morning breeze danced through the room like it had a secret.

When Jayden and Elizabeth returned to the residence, Zion and his wife was still in the mansion participating in the banquet and did not go home. As a result, after greeting the butler, Elizabeth was directly brought to Jayden's room. Unlike Ronald's bedroom, which was simple in style, Jayden's bedroom looked extremely artful. Even though it was a bedroom, there was a whole wall filled with bookshelves filled with literary works in various languages. It was truly amazing. On one side of the bedroom was a terrace, and even on the terrace there were bookshelves. Beside the bookshelves were some small and exquisite potted plants, and in the middle of the terrace was a deck chair.

She stopped at the door next to the media room, turned the handle and pushed it open. It was incredible. The layout was the same as Kota’s room. From the door to the right was an enormous white four poster king sized bed. The comforter was the same pale blue fluffy cloud that was on Kota’s bed. There were double doors on either side of the bed, I could see the bathroom light on beyond one of the open doors. To the left of the bedroom door was the most eye-catching fireplace surrounded by stones of all shapes and sizes in varying shades of gray and blue. A sleek TV hung above it, but the best part was the floor to ceiling bookshelves that flanked the fireplace and were completely filled. Two

She walked over to a bookshelf in the somber room, placed her small hand behind a porcelain sculpture, and pressed a button that made the bookshelf move and a door appear. Behind that door, in stark contrast to the discretion of the previous two rooms Harry had been in, was a bedroom that resembled a motel room, with a round bed, many mirrors, and even a dancing pole, something Harry had only seen before on television or in adult films. While he observed every detail around him and tried to imagine what would happen between them there, she added to the sensuality by turning on the music and dimming the lights.

I ask as he opens the door and we enter the chamber. I look around the room, taking in the beautiful decorations and soft lights that fill up the space. In one corner, there is a work area for mages, where the aroma of various herbs and ingredients is coming from. It mingles with the sweet smell of burning candles and the musty scent of old books. And in another corner is a king-size bed with its velvety drapes. “You mentioned you want a room with lots of books, a place that is close to the magical department?” Gideon whispers as he places his arms around my shoulders. “Well, I have this room prepared with that in mind.”

My room is the first one. She opens it, and oh, my goodness me, it is like something out of a storybook. The wallpaper depicts climbing roses. One wall is taken up by a massive, dark-wood, four-poster with a dusky rose canopy. There is a gorgeous armoire with painted panels and a cream antique day bed. Tall doors lead off to a balcony.

My key clicked in the lock, and we entered a small hallway. “Which side first? The normal room or the kink room?” “I’ve seen your bedroom, sweetheart. I don’t need to see it again.” I placed my hand on the doorknob and smiled at him. Oh, dear. “George, this is nothing like my bedroom. Trust me.” I pushed it open and stepped inside. Nude photos lined the walls, and thick red curtains were draped over the window. The blankets on the large, black cast-iron bed match them, and the black throw pillows broke up the red somewhat.

A tall bookshelf loomed beside it filled with books upon books that her fingers itched to read. The sleeping area had a four poster bed with its curtains pulled along the poles to reveal the big bed inside. The bed was covered with blankets and duvets that looked so soft and comfy that Celine felt her eyes drooping already. Beside it was a mirror cabinet and two poufs, all of them ornate and made of rich wood.

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.

However, the book didn’t fully come out of the shelf—it extended halfway, and then a loud click came from behind it. Thea’s eyes went wide as saucers as the shelf the book was on opened outward, revealing a playroom beyond. I wrung my hands as she stood in the secret doorway, exchanging a nervous glance with Elijah. I hoped she liked it. But my uncertainty was short-lived. Thea burst into the playroom, which was fairy garden themed. Fake ivy and wisteria hung from the ceiling, the walls were painted with murals of wildflower fields and forests, and the carpet was fashioned to look like moss—and felt like it, too.