Booktok Couch Novels & Stories

She even purchased a luxurious single-person couch identical to the ones found in therapy offices. The couch cost over two thousand dollars. If she had chosen a larger one, the price would have been even higher. But it was worth every penny. It was incredibly soft yet supportive, and lying on it made anyone feel like they were floating on a cloud. Millie was confident the couch would make a big difference. "Aren't we going camping today?" Piercy wondered aloud, now fully sober. Millie, however, hadn't come downstairs all morning. Curious, Piercy went to her room and found her looking pale and feverish.

Cowboy Boots says making me jump so much I let out a cry. He laughs at my response and I glare at him despite myself. We walk across the entrance into what feels like a cosy living room. There’s a massive rug that covers the floor, a huge TV hangs on the wall over a fireplace and sat on the massive couches are Alpha Aeron and Alpha Cain. They’re literally lounging across them like kings. I half expect a woman to appear and start feeding them grapes while another fans them.

One she would regret later on. Speeding through the house, I ended up in my office. Books lined the right side of the room. One couch sat in front of the shelves. Her couch. She would sit there for hours, reading me the books she and Ozias were discussing that week. When the same tired position grew uncomfortable, she would prop her legs up on the back rest, head dangling to the floor.

The girl behind the counter had a nose ring and purple hair, and she lit up at the sight of Tyler. “Lavender iced latte, please. Oat milk,” I said. She glanced down at Tyler, who was sitting like a statue at my heel. “For you, or him?” I grinned. “Definitely me. He’s more of a peanut butter guy.” Drink in hand, I snagged a corner table near the window and let Tyler curl up beside me. He rested his head on my foot like a warm, breathing slipper. I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off.

he said, voice low and teasing, “I could just replace everything. Better versions. New wardrobe, new books, new everything. You wouldn’t even notice the difference.” I turned slowly, narrowing my eyes. “You did not just say that.” He shrugged, the picture of innocence. “I’m only offering efficiency, little one. Your old couch has a spring that pokes me in the back every time I sit on it. The new one I ordered is memory foam. Italian leather. You’ll thank me.” I marched over and smacked his chest, hard enough to make my palm sting but not hard enough to actually hurt. “You are not replacing my things, Lucien Vale. Some of those books are from my grandfather. That couch has history.”

The first thing that came to her mind was that this place was made with gold because of the color of everything, including the couches There were about six large couches and a single one placed together around to form a large but cozy half circle, and she recognized the designs from one of those sleekly glossy magazines Olivia use to bring home every once in a while. They were part of the ones they had tagged "one in a kind” by a renowned carpenter that made all his furniture by hand and with the most expensive wood Bocote. The couches had been labeled as a little above two hundred thousand dollars, and Ruby was just marveled.

Instead of replying, I released a smile. I walked into the cottage with him, taking in the beauty of the small sitting room. Though he called it small, I knew a wealthy person’s cottage when I saw one. The special marble floor and interior design spoke volumes about the owner’s taste and wealth. “This couch,” I suddenly declared, my eyes landing on the design. “It’s a special first edition couch made by Monds brothers.” “Yes. How did you know?” he asked. “I saw and read about it online. You know, I love learning, reading, and staying updated with the latest news out there,” I declared, walking over to the couch and touching it.

After parking my bike near the entrance, I trudged lazily into the warehouse, guided by Adam and the dim light of our phones. It wasn’t big and it looked pretty cozy to live in. It was easily as big as my living room back home. A couch was pushed in the far corner, covered with sheets and under it laid a carpet and nearby sat a mini wooden coffee table that seemed to be polished not long ago. Beside the couch was a lamp stand that was alight and on the other side was a mini fridge, plugged into a socket on the foot of the wall.

“I’ll be fine, I’ll just wait for my turn over on the couch.” I make my way to the couch with a quick pit stop at the bar cart. As I begin pouring bourbon into a tumbler I hear her squeal with delight as she turns on the shower. “I didn’t even need to magic our shower goodies from home! He’s already stocked everything! What a wonderful man!” She shouts over the stream. I giggle and take a sip, sauntering towards the bookshelf nestled by the couch. I sit down and begin reading the titles to distract myself from my own mind. ‘Deimos - A Chronicle of the Demonic Agenda; Tyranny and Triumph - Autobiography of Rip Teller (Demon); Mystical Beings; Fae Hierarchy and Their Kingdoms..’ I am skimming

“No? They have comfortable seating in the back, sofas and books for anybody interested.” “Books at a bar?” “Some stories require something more grounded than coffee.” He driven her to the back and it was like something out of a sitcom. Vintage furniture was orchestrated at different points, giving insinuate alcoves and crevices for individuals to talk or read. He coordinated her to a little table by the raise divider. Racks stacked from floor to ceiling, full of battered ancient books. A bow window neglected a little porch with an lit up pond. “This is so charming.” It was as if she’d ventured into a dream. “It’s one of my favorite places.”