Romans & histoires Break Her Bed Book

PENELOPE'S POV The room was a complete mess. Books were everywhere, ripped, scattered, stepped on. Pages lay open, some torn in half. A chair had fallen over, one of its legs broken. The curtains were torn and hanging off, barely clinging to the rail. A shelf had crashed to the floor, spilling its books and glass decorations. In the silence, a clock hanging across the bed ticked. The hands weren't rotating, just forth and back. Carefully, I slipped out of the bed and wrapped my shoulders with the bed sheet. “Daemon,”

She unlocked the door and let out a deep breath; “Let’s do this, Chris “ She muttered and entered. Her eyes beamed in excitement. She just loves everything about this room. It was just too beautiful and huge, Christiana wished it was her room. She rushed to the bookshelf, grabbed her favorite novel, and plunged into the soft and comfy king-sized bed. She turned over, lying on the bed with her stomach, her legs partially raised and crossed. A few hours later, Christiana was done reading. The novel was so amazing, it left her wanting to read more. But… that was enough reading for today.

Her body feels heavy because of the flight and the travel from the airport to the hotel. “Ouch!” She screamed as something poked her back when she rolled on the bed. Quickly pulling the blanket, her irritation dissipated when she saw what was underneath. ‘I wonder whose idea this is.’ What poked her were stemmed roses laid on the bed. There were seven roses properly arranged across the bed. She smiled at the thought that it was from Lyken, so she quickly picked up all of them and placed them on the side table. She realized that she does have a sweet and thoughtful boyfriend.

I sat down on the bed and turned the pages slowly, paying attention to the details on each page. After a long search, I got what I was looking for. #### It is rumored that the bedrooms in the palace are created in such a way that the Golden Shifters can be trapped through a simple charm. ##### Damn! That is it. Where is the process of breaking the spell? I turned the pages over and over in the hope of finding something useful. The time was ticking, and here I was browsing through the book. I let out a frustrated scream and threw the book on the bed. I slumped on the floor and buried my head in my hands.

Zharn's mother smiled from the other side of the table next to her husband and first child. "Indeed." His father curtly replied. "Thank you." I gave my brightest rehearsed smile, hoping it looked as good as it did in my dresser's mirror. I sat down, placing my purse on my lap, and Zharn sat next to me. "Before I forget, I got you something." "You can't have anything I like except for your ginger hair." She replied coolly. "What about a book by Jamilla Coover, the final book of this Break Me series?" I raised up the black and purple popular mystery thriller novel.

Every single time I get intimate with my boyfriend, Lyle Holloway, I notice he always changes the bedsheets afterward. After a frenzied release, I can't help but ask him about it. Lyle gently twirls a strand of my hair around his finger and smiles tenderly. "Of course it's because your best friend sweats buckets. Every time before I do it with you, she gets jealous and insists on going first. Ever since I met her, I've realized that women really are made of water." His response catches me off guard, and I stare at him in utter disbelief. "What did you just say?" He stubs out his cigarette, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Grace, your mom was tortured to death in bed by your dad, not by

Every time I slept with Jennifer Brooks, I noticed that she had changed the sheets. After we finished one night, I finally asked her about it. Jennifer traced her fingers across my chest and gave me a gentle smile. "Obviously, it's because your good friend sweats so much. Every time, right before you and I do it, he gets jealous and insists on going first. I never knew a man could sweat that much during sex until I met him." My mind went blank. I stared at her in disbelief. "What did you just say?" She met my gaze, her lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Connor, your father was tortured to death in bed by the women your mother hired, not by me. So every time you lie th

No amount of logic would work when dealing with such overbearing and unreasonable people. I grabbed my things and dumped them back onto the bed beside Vanessa. Then, I gathered her things and threw them all on the floor. "You bitch! How dare you touch my things!" she screamed at me. "I'm calling my dad! Get your things out of here! I'm not letting you stay in this dorm!"

My desktop screen glowed quietly in front of me. I tried focusing. Tried pretending I was just another employee working an ordinary job. But every small movement reminded me otherwise. The sting on my skin from Laney’s slap earlier. The missing piece beneath my dress. The memory of Romane’s eyes watching me from that jewellery store. God. I pressed my fingers against my temple tiredly. What was happening to my life? I felt not in control anymore after a very long time. My marriage was cracking apart in silence. Laney was becoming more possessive by the day. And somehow Romane had suddenly reappeared after years like a ghost refusing to stay buried.

she said suddenly. Maxine’s hand froze. “She read boring books,” Susie continued, almost defensively. “But she stayed until I slept.” The words weren’t cruel. They were honest. Maxine swallowed. “I can read to you tonight.” Susie shook her head. “It’s not the same.” Silence settled between them, heavier than either expected. Maxine eventually stood, brushing Susie’s hair away from her face. “Sleep well,” she said softly. Susie didn’t respond.