Booktok Couch Novels & Stories

There was a leather couch in the corner, a bar cart with expensive-looking bottles of whiskey, and a window that overlooked the estate grounds. It was the kind of room that screamed power and control. The kind of room that belonged to a man like Jonathan Hart. I walked over to the bookshelves, running my fingers along the spines. Most of them were business books, biographies of CEOs and politicians, a few on philosophy. Then I noticed something odd. One of the shelves looked… different. Like it didn’t quite sit flush with the wall. I reached out and pressed against it gently. There was a soft click, and the shelf swung inward.

"Don’t tell me it was the couch. Not again." Jace stays silent, giving me my answer. "Do you have a couch kink?!" I blurt out in shock. Jace grins, taking a sharp right turn. "It’s convenient. A couch is always there, saves the hassle of walking somewhere. Plus, they usually leave after. Once they get comfortable in bed, it’s harder to get them out," Jace explains thoroughly. "Who knew you were such a hopeless romantic?" I joke with a small grin. I wonder how many women have been on his couch.

He says, pushing me through the door and into the store. I lead him to the back room where Mrs. B put a bunch of comfortable couches and armchairs as well as lamps for gentle light. Bookshelves line every wall, stacked to capacity with beautiful leather bound books. There's even a bronze, gliding ladder that she doesn't use anymore, but she calls it her pride and joy.

“Let’s get comfortable in the living room. I think Amy and Justin want to be alone.” “Comfortable?” I squeaked. Victor removed the silk shawl I was clutching at my neck and draped it over a kitchen chair with his jacket. “Don't be nervous, sweetheart,” he said and led me to the living room. “Come on. This couch is great. I fall asleep on it a lot.” The couch was made of buttery, soft brown leather with thick cushions. It was large enough for six people to be seated comfortably. But it was better than going to Victor’s bedroom and sitting on his king-sized bed.

“Yes. I wonder how you didn't notice it as you entered.” “I was too hungry to notice anything.” “All this is so pretty. And you got everything in pink too?” Alice gushed over the various items. “Yes. The couch is a rare one. It's adjustable and basically adjusts the best positions.” “And you got me books too?” Alice said pulling out the volumes of books.” “I figured that you may be a bit bored by yourself.”

Boxes, old books, spare chairs scattered there weren’t something I expected to see. Then my gaze landed on the black leather couch placed at the far end of the store, drawing my exhausted self towards it like a moth to flame. I couldn’t help but go inside to feel the smoothness of the pure comfort. One glance at the couch and I could easily say that it didn’t belong in a storage room. It was too clean, too well-used for that. I wondered aloud. “Why is there a couch in this storage chamber instead of a mini bar?” “That’s not just any couch!”

Maybe our connection wasn’t meant to be, so no matter how we were brought together we still didn’t end up together. A few moments later, I’d found the books I wanted to buy. I placed them in my arms, then walked over to Kevin, who was sitting on the reading sofa. This bookstore has a tiny reading room with only two reading sofas separated by a small round table. A reading lamp stands beside each sofa. On the table sits a small flowerpot serving as decoration. The reading room floor is carpeted, and next to my sofa are two vending machines.

But I had peeked because I really hadn't been able to hold myself. There was a wall covered in crisp ash shelves with rows of books on each of them. It wasn't full, so I imagined which book I would want to have if I had a chance to pick. Perhaps, a lot of romance. I was definitely addicted to happy endings. And a lot of hot sex. Had to really have a lot of that, was it really a happy ending without that? A fireplace was the focal point of the opposite side of the room, where there was a cozy looking leather couch and two armchairs. The dark wood floor were made warmer with a thick red rug my feet sank into.

Even I used to believe the ridiculous scary stories. The woman leads Mykael and I inside. The guards wait out in the forest. The cabin is very small, with two rooms. The main room where we are has simply an old futon and table for furniture. The floor is covered in animal skin rugs, and the whole place looks like a witch’s cottage, the kind I saw in books when I was little. If she didn’t have the scent of a wolf, then I would definitely mistake her for a witch. She walks over to a huge bookshelf that takes up most of the wall. She grabs a thick book that I recognize as the History of Dragons. She tosses it down onto the table and sits on the edge of the futon.

Even the bed looked dangerous — king-sized, charcoal sheets, minimalistic yet intimidating. I cleared my throat. “I… I’ll sleep on the couch.” Knox didn’t even look up, just said simply. “There is no couch.” I glanced around frantically. He was right. Just the bed. And one armchair that looked more like a decoration than furniture. “Then I’ll take the armchair.” “Be my guest,” he said lazily, already unbuttoning his shirt. I turned around so fast I nearly tripped. “W-What are you doing!?”