Booktok Couch Novels & Stories

So many stories he’d never read and knowledge he’d never acquired. His hand fell to his side as he stepped away from the bookshelf and scanned the room. The headlight beam slid over a leather couch, globe table lamp, stacks of more books, and a decanter on the edge of a desk. Behind it, a dark fireplace. “Well shit for me timbers, there you are you brown goddess.” “Call it my tip for the year, WY.” B took another long gulp of whiskey.

I said. He nodded and then looked back at the book on his lap. I looked around the room. The room isn't huge, but it's super cozy. There's a big bed with a nightstand on the side, a chair near the door, and a fairly large sofa. There was a TV set against the wall in front of me. A door that looks just like a big window leads out to the balcony and lets the sunlight in perfectly. "What do you think of this room? Do you like it?" He asked, making me look back at the guy.

Still, it’s bright enough from the lighting. Three light-green fabric couches sit in the center, surrounding a large coffee table. A massive mark runs through its middle, like a sword sliced it in half and someone poorly glued it back together. Caleb looks completely at home as he drops his many weapons onto one of the sofas, clearly claiming it as his own. Instead of watching him disarm piece by piece, I head through a door at the back that leads into a small kitchen. It’s cramped, with dark-wood cabinets and an old yellowing fridge. A microwave is shoved into the corner, looking at least ten years old.

Cute. I went next to the living room. The couch was dark green. In between this and the television was a soft white patterned carpet against the wooden floor. The tall bookshelf I was talking about earlier was on the right side of the tv. I chuckled in amusement, seeing the books arranged in a color-coordinated way. This girl has a lot of time in her hands. I crouched down, noticing something else at the bottom shelf. It was filled with customized notebooks and journals. I pulled out a medium-sized one with a transparent cover. It was filled with watercolor painting of flowers.

Tisha shook her head in mock pity. “Come on.” Annabelle said as she dragged her friend by the arm and entered the house, the rest following behind. “ It’s time for business.” The inside was well decorated. There were three couches ,a rug on the floor and a huge shelf full of books. There were a lot of doors that led to corridors. There was verandah that showed the view of a stream at the back of the house. “Make yourself at home.” Tisha said and they all sat down at a couch.

Chelsea smiled at the woman whose face brightened as a result. She opened the door and we both walked inside the cozy space, there was a glass table in the middle with a couch on one side and two chairs on the other side. The place just had a huge bookshelf on one end with vines covering the corners of that shelf....which when I noticed closely were fake. The place looked cozy.

"That's makes sense." I follow him down a corridor with black painted walls and a red carpet until we get to a black door with the name MARCUS printed on it. Nathan knocks then opens the door and we walk in. Inside is a large dark wood desk in the centre and two black couches facing each other on the right side of the room. A low coffee table sits between the couches that matches the desk. The walls are grey and the floor is black wood that looks so clean you could eat off it. Another black door is on the left side of the room that leads to god knows where and next to the door is a dark wood chest of drawers.

I scrolled faster, eyes widening and gasps growing on every result. The funny-shaped burgundy couch was a Love couch designed for… positions, multiple angles and support for bodies in ways normal furniture never allowed. I clicked one link, images of couples using it. The curves suddenly made perfect, mortifying sense. Molly was a playroom. I kept scrolling, reading descriptions and looking at diagrams until my eyes grew heavy. Sleep pulled me under on the couch, phone still glowing in my hand. The last thing I saw before my lids closed was an image of a collar exactly like the one in the cabinet.

She sighs as she walks in, “It smells good in here, like proper books and ink.” She wanders the room a little, and Ash settles into one end of a dark green leather sofa that sits in front of a bookcase. Kai puts her bag down on a matching chair nearby and goes to his desk to boot up his computer. There are a lot of small nick-nacks on the bookcase shelves, mementos of a long life she supposed. She looked but didn’t touch, showing deference to the history here.

I hold a book and a cup of tea with both hands. I sit on the big brown couch which is pretty old. Obviously the leather of the couch is not in a good condition. You will see that the coffee brown leather of the couch is nearly torn out. And there are some white cracks coming out from the surface of the couch. And you bet, it is the only couch we have for a family of two plus a dog. This couch is older than Mallory, maybe four or five years older than her. I know I should replace it with new couch when I get extra money. Extra money, I thought, everybody’s dream is to win the lottery. And winning the lottery is only an imagination for me.