Castle Pillow Novels & Stories

His pillows were specially made to cure his insomnia because he used to have nightmares on early days after the tragedy. The soft pillows made from eiderdown feathers, ancient cotton and non toxic cooling foam which were very expensive and should be imported. He doesn’t care about the money, he can buy hundreds of them if he needed but the mess she created leaving him in crisis is unforgivable. He wouldn’t let her live in peace till he sees her set his bed neatly. One of the reasons he took her longer than she expected was to mess his bed so that he could make her set it. He fed her well because she definitely needs more energy to set his giant bed and to clean the sheets.

Cassandra When I wake up, I'm lying belly down with my arms holding a pillow against my cheek. The pillow is soft but doesn't smell like my detergent or strawberry-scented shampoo. Instead, sandalwood and a faint smell of smoke fills my nose. I open one eye when I hear a rustling noise, then turn my body around and sit up, realizing that I'm still in Drew's room. I internally groan, knowing this is going to earn some comments from my sister.

End of flashback I got out of the shower and got dressed. I felt more myself instead of like a hot bloody mess. "You two ruined my pillows!" "We can get new pillows, Carden," I said as I dried my hair. "No, we can't get new pillows like these! These pillows were pure Egyptian ancient silk fibers with duck down as filling." "Sorry, they were comforting to us while we cried out blood. So very sorry that you have those of all things on our bed." "I didn't think you would just reject me while you two had your cycle either!"

She had it decorated in a water theme with she-shells and sea-horses on the shower curtain. “Here is the master bedroom with on-suit and this is the stairs.” There was a door next to the bathroom. When penny opened it, it revealed a massive bedroom. There was a four-poster bed with white lace hanging down. The bed was made with a white down comforter. There was probably a dozen pillows of different shapes and sizes but the one that caught my eye was the one that said, ‘The Jeffrey’s’. It was front and center and was all hand stitched.

All three shelves were packed with books of all kinds. The Scottish and Union Jack flags hung on the wall between the bathroom and closet. The bed had a patchwork quilt on it. He was glad to see that she only had two pillows on it and not a ton of useless throw pillows. Even the couch only had a pillow at either end and a bright blue afghan across the back. “Are yeh okay?” Nessie asked wrapping her arms around his waist. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair. “No.”

Cassidy's POV Clothes hit the floor in a frenzy of urgency: my gown unzipped with a swift tug, pooling at my feet in a whisper of silk; his shirt ripped open by my impatient hands, buttons scattering across the hardwood floor like fallen stars. He lifted me effortlessly, his biceps flexing under my touch as he carried me to the king-sized bed draped in luxurious silk sheets that felt cool against my heated skin. The room was lavish—a crackling fireplace casting flickering shadows on the walls, moonlight filtering through heavy velvet curtains, the faint scent of sandalwood from a nearby candle—but all I could see, all I could focus on, was him.

Alpha Caspian says you should take this. “Thank you” I nodded at her as she walked out, I looked round the room, I'm guessing it was Caspian room from the splendor everywhere I looked, the king sized bed I was in was covered in silk sheets, there was a walk in closet the size of my whole house to my right. I gazed round and the white envelope on the table to the side caught my attention.

' Gabe asks sarcastically looking at my one and only bag. I breathe in and smell that the amenities are all organic products and the room has a queen-size bed, that has a beautiful wooden headboard. The pillows are blankets are pure white and the throw pillows are a beautiful red. 'You can hang up the dress for me if you want," I say unzipping my bag. I take the dress out and hand it to him. He lets out a low whistle as he eyeballs my dress. "Damn son! You're going to have unmated wolves wagging their tails at you all night!" I burst out laughing and swing at him, "Oh hush!"

I rolled my eyes and shifted off to sleep. ~ Someone was caressing my hair. Mm, it's felt so good and comfortable. I squeezed the soft pillow that I was holding and caressed it resulting in a gasp to follow. Pillow? Weren't I sleeping on the couch then where did the pillow come from? Did I go to my bedroom? No, I don't think so. Then what's this? I caressed it again, it's hard, muscular. Now I'm hearing a moan. OH NO!