Booktok Bedroom Novels & Stories

On another wall, there was a framed modern print of a city skyline, with bold colors and sharp lines. The room was well-lit, with several lamps and overhead lights casting a warm glow. A large bookshelf dominated one corner of the room, filled with leather-bound tomes and antique trinkets. Chloe loved to read, and Aiden had made sure to include plenty of shelves for her extensive book collection. The centerpiece of the room was a large, four-poster bed with a plush white comforter and plenty of fluffy pillows. Aiden had chosen the bed specifically for Chloe, knowing how much she loved the feeling of being surrounded by softness.

His eyes were wide and frightened. He licked his mouth with an anxious swipe of his tongue. “What an unexpected delight. Did you wish to begin relations so early in our engagement?” He forced himself to sprawl lower on the bed, which was as spartan as the rest of the tiny room. The sheets were white like his hair, and there were no toys for blackmail material, in fact nothing but a wardrobe that reminded me of the one in my parents’ bedroom and a desk and chair for studying. He’d piled as many books as Anthony always tried to read against the walls.

“I’m used to it.” Before I could argue – because really, there was no way I was going to make him sleep on the floor in his own place. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. I followed after him, my curiosity getting the better of me despite the awkwardness of the situation. The bedroom was just as cozy as the rest of the house. A large wooden bed with a thick quilt and plenty of pillows sat against one wall, flanked by two nightstands. Books were stacked on both – some about hockey, others that looked like they were about history, mythology, school stuff and spirit guardians…

The moment the door opened, my jaw dropped. This was more than a bedroom. The room was massive—larger than the small apartment I used to live in during my past life. The walls were painted in soft cream with gold accents, and the floor was a polished marble that gleamed under the sunlight pouring through tall glass windows. On one side, there was a huge bed with white sheets, fluffy pillows, and a canopy that looked like something out of a fairytale. Across from it stood a sleek wooden desk with a computer, a few books, and a lamp. There was even a small sofa set in front of a television mounted on the wall, and beside the bed stood a bookshelf filled with novels, comics, and some toys—proba

But I was dirty and sweaty, so I couldn't find a single reason to refuse the opportunity of having a hot bath. After showering, I finally took the chance to admire his bedroom. Dark mahogany walls framed the spacious chamber, while towering windows overlooked the palace grounds, draped with charcoal velvet curtains that muted the morning light. There was a massive king-sized bed and a stone fireplace that crackled softly beneath the crest of the Alpha King, filling the room with comforting warmth. Shelves lined one wall, displaying ancient books and ceremonial weapons, while a polished desk overlooked the balcony. The faint scent of cedarwood, leather, and pine lingered in the air, unmistaka

Beside it was a jar of strawberry candies—the exact brand Dorothea always ate—with a handwritten label on the porcelain palette: Dorothea. She stepped into the bedroom. The bed was enormous, covered in linen sheets and a silk duvet that felt weightless. A dark grey wool throw was draped over the foot of the bed. On the nightstand sat an open picture book, the bookmark placed exactly where Dorothea had stopped reading last time.

I wandered, letting my eyes skim across the room in small, tight, cautious sweeps. The bed was impossibly inviting. The crimson silk all smooth and glossy, black pillows stacked like they had never been touched by someone who actually slept. The nightstand beside it was dark wood to match, its surface polished but not to a sheen. I stepped closer, my heartbeat starting to thunder again. Lying on top was a book. Thick, hardbound, the kind with a cracked spine and a ribbon falling out the bottom end as a marker. The title was stamped in worn silver lettering:

We came back to the living room and kitchen where he twirled in the space. “Now! Jordy!” Basil snapped his fingers. “The books!” His assistant came forward, pulling out four different books, thick enormous books and basically slammed them down on the kitchen counter. Walking over, I peered at them. Basil came up behind me. “There is a book for bedrooms, kitchen and bathrooms, living room and lounge, and outdoor spaces. Look and show me what jumps out at you.” I nodded. Sitting down, I opened up the bedroom book first. Flipping through the pages, I stopped about the fifteen pages in.

I was expecting to find used condom wrappers and dirty socks and boxers strewn across the whole place but the floor was so neat, the rug felt plush when I removed my shoes and I couldn't stop the urge to bury my toes in. So soft. Steel blue wallpaper decorated the walls and at one side of the room was a king sized bed in the middle, a wooden chest drawer by one side and a standing lamp at the other side. There was a door which probably led to the bathroom at the other side of the wall. A recliner was at one side and then a table that habited a laptop with arranged crayons in a cup. "Shut up." I let out when I see the little book shelf beside the table, taking notice of the latest release of

He had a large bed built of dark wood, and it was easily the most expensive piece in the room. Abby couldn't stop herself from wondering what it would be like to be in that bed with him. She flushed, biting the inside of her cheek. Running a hand down the comforter, she smiled at how soft it was. So he likes nice bedding. She could appreciate a man who understood the importance of high-thread counts. The right side table had some books, an empty glass, and a pair of reading glasses. Abby read the titles of the books—all nonfiction about wars or horses—and wandered around the rest of the room.