Castle Pillow Novels & Stories

"Those are the long, round ones." "Right. And some of the square ones or round ones had lace on them. Oh, and we got a bunch of, like, needlework covered ones when we got married." He grimaced. "It took ten minutes to get all those pillows off our bed every night, and another ten minutes to put them back on every morning. Ang had this special basket next to the bed where we stowed them while we slept. Now, tell me, please . . . who the hell needs all those pillows? You're not even sleeping on them."

He could deal with a couple of hounds at the foot of the bed. “Heya, buddy,” he said, reaching down to pet Shelly, who didn’t even flinch. In fact, he seemed to like it. The little Jack Russell had spent the night on a pillow directly beside the couch — the plushest, biggest pillow to be found. It was huge, and the golden tassels at the corners made Shelly look like a goddamn maharajah. Ish had brought it over sometime after the fight, and Lily had spent the first forty-eight hours afterward fussing over both him and the hound.

From the bed that stood in the middle of the room covered in dark red and white sheets to the dresser on the sides and the white silky curtains that blew from the wind and revealed the windows. Something told me he's never seen most of these things before. I walked up to the bed and patted it, explaining, "this is a bed. We use it to sleep on. It's very soft and comfy so you don't have to worry about having bad sleeps. These are pillows. They are made from cotton and is for you to rest your head on while you sleep. It helps to keep your head elevated and just right. You'll probably end up having an amazing sleep."

Cassandra always feels so vulnerable after an attack, Cindy is usually right next to her and cuddles her back to sleep, Cassandra wants Michael’s touch and arms this time and so she finds herself giving in and nodding her head. Michael smiles and helps Cassandra out of bed, Cassandra is shaky on her feet and sways as her legs become weak. Michael catches her instantly. “Woah, I gotcha,” Michael says as he picks her up in bridal style and brings her back to his room. Cassandra can't believe her eyes, it's huge, a king-size bed in the center of the room, floor-to-ceiling glass walls that overlook London city, a walk-in closet, and Ensuite, not to mention flawless expensive finishes, including

He tugged himself under the blanket and pushed his body on me as he suddenly lay on chest and i laughed as I complained about his wet hair on my face. The big bulky werewolf is cuddling on me like a freaking baby as he rubs his head on me on purpose. I rest my palm on his head as I slowly massage his head as he let out a loud breath. I giggled at the sound. It’s truly weird how close we’ve gotted the past few days. But i’m getting more and more comfortable around him. “When are you going to graduate?” He asked.

— Leia Steele — I hug the life sized body pillow closer and tighter, inhaling deeply as my body sinks into the comfort of it all. It couldn’t get any better than this, could it? This was the best dream I have ever had in a long, long time. Soft and silky sheets. One hundred percent pure cotton filled in the pillows. I could stay here forever. It was like being on the best vacation of your life, but the problem is that though you never want it to end, you know it has to at some point. You know that you have to go home and face reality.

' 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!"

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.