Booktok Couch Novels & Stories

Bonus Chapter 23 – Edging on the Couch – Round 2 (Mid-Marriage, Lazy Weekend Night) (Eli POV – 1002 words) The living room sat wrapped in darkness except for the fairy lights we’d strung years ago and never once considered taking down — golden strands draped lazily over the back of the wide sectional couch, twined around the tall bookshelves, and looped in gentle arcs across the ceiling fan blades. They cast a soft, warm halo over everything, turning the ordinary space into our own private golden cocoon, intimate and timeless.

"Maybe there could be a plaque." "Good idea. I'll get right on it." I wiggled my toes. "You know, you could always just crash right here on the sofa. It's super comfy." The gaze Noah aimed at me was a mix of pity and patient disbelief. "Emma. This couch is the bomb for watching movies, hanging out, shooting the shit and enjoying a beer. But it's not a bed. And it sure as hell isn't a bed for a guy like me. I'd end up with a stiff back or cramped legs or broken shoulder when I landed on the floor halfway through the night."

I had to shake my head and push up off the couch before I embarrassed myself even more. Toya stood with a groan. “Is there anything else coming today?” We both looked around the room and stared at the new couch and love seat. Both we a soft grey that was over plush. I knew as soon as I saw them with Sterling, I needed them. I shook my head. “The chair was on back order.” I smiled when I thought of my reading chair. It was a double wide seat with a soft plush cover. That one really made Nix want to purr.

As he moved to the first floor, he noticed another similar lobby area, which was way more larger than the upper lobby area. There were several couches in one circular area, while a wooden fireplace was situated in the other corner. A gigantic bookshelf, with several books was placed in the other corner. Suddenly, the bookshelf caught Troy's attention and he noticed how similar it looked to the bookshelf in Eva's room."Only the colour of wood is different. Looks like, the bookshelf was a part of the royal palace and has been shifted here. Could it be that all this furniture belonged to the palace and that is why it is so classy and expensive?" Troy thought to himself, studying the luxurious c

Tobe asks with a smile. I get up off the couch, head down the hall, and see the two brothers bent over the pool table. They're studying the layout of the remaining colored balls, and I just shake my head and slide past them, focused more on the bookshelf than the table. As I go through the small selection of books, I notice that most of them are similar: paranormal romance.

The only splashes of colour were my red comforter that lay across the bottom of my bed on top of black and white sheets and pillows and a few red scatter cushions. The absolute best part of the room was my bookshelf. It was an oak log that went from the floor to the ceiling with four corner shelves built around it. The shelves were stacked with books, a couple of decorative candles and a couple of stuffed toys. Beside it was and oversized bean bag chair that was so comfortable I could fall asleep in it while reading. "Not that I'm not happy to see you but why are you here?", I asked him. Brodie had moved over to examine the bookshelf and the titles it housed.

The door opened with a swipe of the card. Perfect for a maximum of five people and there was a diffuser in the middle of the coffee table. Behind the couches that faced each other, a shelf with a few books was placed. Brye entered after closing the door, immediately slumping down the couch with a sigh. “Do you want some coffee?” he muttered while opening the book and looking up at me. I looked at him before sitting down in front of him. I shook my head before sitting down at the other end of the couch he was sitting on.

Yet this place had a more elegant touch, curving corners that led to even more books in a room that she’d had no idea was as large as it turned out to be. By the time she’d made it to the other end, she’d passed through the room’s center where four leather couches sat facing one another, a huge area rug covering the floor beneath them. There was also a fireplace nestled deep into the back wall surrounded by an intricate rock design. As gorgeous as it all was, Elaina found herself going farther, to the end of the room, to a section of books that looked terribly old and for some odd reason appeared the most interesting.

Cole brings it to me, sitting back down on the couch while the kids roll around with their toys on the rug in front of us. Maeve is slack in Aviva’s arms, both of them fast asleep on the opposite couch. I smile at the image and quietly rip the paper away. It’s a book. Smaller than average and bound by fresh leather. There’s no title engraved on the cover. I look up at Cole, thinking he’d be smiling and a little pink in the cheeks in anticipation for my reaction, but he looks grave. I open it. It’s a printed rendition of the Book of Whispers.

We haven’t spent much time away from it, and yet at the same time, it feels as though it’s been years since I stepped foot in here. "The bookstore has been closed for days now," Lev mutters, not wasting any time as he grabs his jacket from the hook by the door, shrugging it over his shoulders. "I should probably go check on it." "I'll sleep on the couch tonight,” Cian offers, motioning to our less than satisfactory couch that neither Lev or I have been able to afford to replace with a newer one. Cian doesn’t look bothered by the likelihood of sleeping there thought, probably trying to be polite.