Built In Nook Bench Novels & Stories

Dax The armchair does not want to go upstairs. It's the big leather one from the living room, and I've got it wedged at the turn in the staircase, an armrest jammed into the railing. I'm strong enough to bench a cow, which is helping exactly nothing. "You could take the legs off," Noah says from the bottom step, sounding amused. He's not offering to help. He's enjoying watching me lose to furniture, arms crossed, fighting a smile and losing.

This bench; however, is up at waist height. As I’m assessing my present, Brandon comes behind me. “It’s called an obedience bench,” he whispers in my ear and my thighs become coated in my arousal. “We can use it as a spanking bench, a sex bench, a restraint, anything. And with how bratty you like to be, we thought that you could use some more obedience training.” I take a deep, shuddering breath and my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Yes, sir.”

As soon as we were inside, we walked down the hallway and made our way into the private library. "There's a cozy reading nook toward the far right side of this library. We can have our conversation there." She said, her tension palpable. Sensing her unease, I remained silent as we made our way to the reading nook she was talking about. "Woah." I whispered in astonishment as we arrived at the reading nook. The reading nook was nestled in the corner, surrounded by dark wood bookshelves. There was a central table and a plush cushioned couch, adorned with pillows and a blanket.

he told me and I nodded. He then ushered me to take a seat on the couch in what seemed like a mini living room but it was very cosy. It had a TV, a mini fridge and a laptop sat on a work bench at the side. “You work here?" I asked him. "Sometimes when I want everyone to think that I am out of the pack but I just need peace and quiet,” he said. “It's quite nice," I said genuinely admiring the place. “This pavilion wasn't there before. I am the one who built it when the need necessitated it. You know, necessity being the mother of inventions…

I smiled. "Glad you like it," Betty said. "I make that myself." "I... we are very grateful for everything," I said. "Oh, honey, the wolf community will be so happy to have you here, and the humans," Betty added. Nolan had the basinet and a baby bathtub that looked more like a container than a tub. Most of the stuff there was handmade. recycled and nicely labeled. I got to the medicine part of the shelves. I picked a container and looked confused.

Few weeks later Knox builds the nursery the way Knox does everything—thoroughly, without asking for input, and better than anyone expected. He converts the cabin's spare room over the course of two weeks, and I'm not allowed to see it until it's done, which I negotiate down to I'm allowed to look but not comment on the process, which is still better than Ryder's initial position of absolutely not, it's a surprise. Knox hand-carves the crib himself, working late nights I can see from the main cabin—protective sigils in the wood, the same ones that mark the compound perimeter, because Knox believes in thorough defense and doesn't see a reason to stop at the nursery door. The rocking chair is m

It felt like a home instead of a beach house. The little bungalow appeared to be a main room, kitchen, and then a bedroom with an en suite bath. Set up in the main living area was a round wooden table with candles, two big white plates, and glasses. A smaller rectangular table stood beside it with buffet style warming dishes and carafes of milk and orange juice. “M'lady,” Noah said with a smile as he pulled out a chair for me to sit. I sat as delicately as I could, and while I got comfortable he lit the two candles. Warm light flickered through the cozy room and added a romantic vibe.

Shelves hold jars of herbs and dirt and murky liquids I want nothing to do with. “So, where do we…” I look around. The bean bags are one disgusting option, judging from the very unflattering smears and spatter the black lights are revealing. Jonah’s teeth glow comically blue in the light. “Hey, that’s up to you. Just not on the worktable.” He’s talking about the huge workbench tucked into an L-shaped corner. He opens a laptop and types something in. “No spell books? Dusty scrolls?” Owen quips.

Together they climbed the staircase and opened the door that lay beyond. It was a small sun-filled room that had been made into a reading nook. Outside the window, you could see the entire estate and the road leading to it. It meant that someone reading up here could see anyone who entered or left the estate. There was a small fireplace on one side of the room, two comfy wingback chairs, and a chaise lounge. There was also a desk. She was silent. The reading nook was like a dream. She wanted to curl up on the chaise lounge and behind her exploration of the library down below. She didn’t want to leave this space for days until her book fever wore off if it ever would.

Soft rugs were scattered around in different shapes that were playful, comforting. Against the far wall, a reading nook had been built with shelves filled from top to bottom. Picture books for the little ones, novels of all kinds for the older ones. Damn near every topic that you could think of. Fiction, non-fiction, manga, history, lore, etc. A huge, cushioned bench wrapped along the windows, covered in pillows so fluffy even I wanted to curl up on them.