Booktok Couch Novels & Stories

"No wonder she wanted a divorce. Nobody in the world would put up with that." I raised my hand for silence and turned my gaze to Adam, who looked like he might be sick. I pointed to a structural diagram of the couch on the screen. "The base of this couch was hollowed out. A hidden compartment was built into it, just large enough to fit an adult woman." Derek initiated a video call, and the feed switched to a live shot of my living room. On screen, a workman demonstrated the mechanism. One press of a concealed button on the armrest and the base of the couch slid open, revealing a storage space roughly four feet deep.

It was an invitation. "Everything okay?" Bill collapsed on the couch as he usually did. The couch was his pride and joy. It was a six- thousand dollar perfectly cushioned, dark brown, leather couch with two matching ottomans. He loved his couch. He saved up from several paychecks for it, and he and Rachel loved to watch sci-fi and old horror movies on it after work and sometimes on weekends. "Everything's good." Rachel grabbed a pillow and held it to her chest. She was in shorts and had her bare feet crossed beneath her.

There is a huge window by the left corner of the room with a beautiful view of a garden and the woods behind the main pack house. The large desk stood back with a magnificent black leather chair behind it, one that looked like it was made to fit a king. There were two smaller chairs at the opposite side of the desk and there's one long sofa at the right side of the room set in front of a large book shelf that housed maybe hundreds of books. The couch has a small table beside it that was holding a few bottles of liquor and closed glasses. It looked like the perfect spot to get lost in to the pages of the book for an entire day.

I don’t even know where they got such a bed. A large canopy with sheer black curtains is above the bed. The bedding is deep sapphire blue and looks incredibly soft. There are a dozen pillows set-up on the bed, and an elegant chaise lounge at the foot of the bed. One wall has built-in bookshelves lined with books. There is a massive fireplace opposite of the bed with a large black shag rug positioned in near the hearth. The fireplace is painted black and has a sapphire floating mantel. A large bay window with reading nook sits in another corner of the room next to a door leading out to a large balcony, which has sheer white curtains bookending the corners of the balcony. A firepit and two out

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

Maybe I will find a clue. The room was very wide, most of the room was in sight, and there was no shelf or desk. All I could see was a curtain, drapes, walls, a bed, and a couch. It looked like the room of a man that liked his space. There was nothing that looked like a book.

On a ninety-degree angle from it, there was a tabletop in black marble, held up at the other end by a sphere of what looked like brass. On the inner wall, there were two black leather couches and two armchairs. Under the coffee table that stood between the couches, there was what looked like a delightfully soft, creme-coloured rug. Next to the door there was a bookcase with a built-in bar and on the other side of it another door.

Roman muttered. Tessa turned slightly, biting back a smile. “You said you couldn’t wait to sleep, right?” He shot her a look. “Yeah, long day.” “Then you should,” she said, her voice low. “You can take the bed. I’ll be fine on the couch.” Roman glanced around the room, eyes landing on the pathetic one-seater shoved into the corner. “That couch? Tessa, that thing would snap under you in an hour.” She folded her arms. “Are you calling me heavy?”

One section is for toys; another is for all baby products like baby soap, shampoo, oil, lotion, diapers, and food product, and the last one is for clothes and accessories. There is an L-size Couch in front of me, filled with soft pillows and soft toys. There is a small self over the table with some of our photos and books between empty photo frames. When I asked Cole about empty photo frames, he said they are empty because he decided to keep the twins' photos when they come into this world. Beside the Couch, there is a balcony. When I walked towards the balcony, I felt something soft under my feet and saw grass under my feet.

Morane opened the door and stepped aside to let them in. "Take a seat," she said, gesturing toward a large couch in her not so little living room. The couch was wide enough to comfortably seat three and Bryan, Aiden and Kira sat down with Kira in the middle. As Morane took a seat across from them on her one-seater couch. Morane leaned forward and picked up a thick, heavy book that was on a nearby table. The cover was dark, with some unusual designs etched into the leather. It was a very unusual book. The edges were worn, and the pages were slightly yellow.