Castle Pillow Novels & Stories

"caspien who was behind me asked with a curious expression.''None of your business.i said as I opened the door to my room "ough, that hurts.''caspien said foreign hurt as I rolled my eyes. ''Nice you got there girl."caspien said as he browsed around my little empire which was coloured black and white. It comprise of A queen size bed covered with a white duvet and a black quilt lay in the center of the room with a sofa in the left corner.A learning area with shelves of book was positioned at the adjacent it and two doors at the right corner that leads to the bathroom and closet plus a floor to ceiling window that opens to the balcony facing the garden.

I GRIPPED THE DOORKNOB, turned it slowly, and pushed the door open. Except for a pair of white stockings from mid-thigh down, Ashleigh was stark naked. She lay amid a mountain of pillows with her arms thrown back over her head and her legs cocked outward at the knees. Half a dozen lighted candles scented the room and provided the only light. The sight of her took my breath away. She looked like a movie star—Julia Roberts in person, naked.

It was not a closet or a bathroom. The curious inner me was found striding towards the door, carefully, that almost tiptoed. Slowly turning the knob, and was baffled by the combination of Presley’s pink-and-white striped wallpaper illuminated by a crown-shaped chandelier. The custom-made castle bed. The expensive dolls are modeled comfortably on the shelf, including Karl Lagerfeld Barbie, Stefano Canturi Diamond Barbie, Marie Antoinette Barbie, Madame Alexander Eloise, and Steiff’s Louis Vuitton teddy bear, are some I recognized because they are well costly, that only a billionaire can afford to buy. Specialty furniture in lavish royal-boudoir accouterments, Cinderella lamps, crown-shaped co

Jack asks if he can get a Naughty Shirley Temple later. When he sees I haven't noticed it yet, Noah points me toward the center of the room where the food is. I gasp. The centerpiece is a giant sandcastle. It is an almost perfect replica of the one we built so long ago. It's beautiful. I step closer and realize that there is more to it than just the towers and seashells, though. The moat is shallow and filled with some sort of glass to make it look like water. Swimming through the glass are sharks made of sand. Lemon sharks.

He grabbed the pillow from her slender arms and threw it away. There was no reaction from Crista at first. Even if he held her arms tightly, she still didn't say anything. But when her gaze landed on the pillow on the floor, she pushed him away forcefully and stood barefoot on the floor. She didn't mind if she was only wearing thin pajamas. She picked up the pillow and said, "Baby, don't be afraid. Mom is here." She then patted the pillow as if coaxing a baby.

I ignored him. Issa reached one little hand toward Karl’s face, stopping half an inch from his bruise. “Can I touch it?” “No,” Karl and I said at the same time. Issa pulled her hand back, offended. “I’m gentle.” “You stole my pillow yesterday and called it royal evidence,” Max said. “That’s because the pillow had status.” “Pillows don’t have status.” “My pillow does.” “That was my pillow!” I stirred the eggs. “If you two start debating pillow hierarchy before six in the morning, I’m moving into the forest and living with deer.”

I went down to the kitchen to get some cold coffee, and then I settled myself in the lounge room, where Winston said we will receive guests in the future. The whole mansion was awfully quiet and dimly lit, save for where I was currently sitting. It was a long cream-colored couch with a brown fuzzy rug underneath. The house's color palette was a bohemian home of coffee and cream, with a modern touch of some white and grey. And of course, the crazy huge chandeliers everywhere I look in the house.

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.

They also take a shot of red wine available on the table Then, Shayne brings Dexter to a big room, the master room in the castle, there is a beautiful bed there, the thick foam of the bed, make it sure, anyone who lay down there, would have a very comfortable sleep. The pillows, and all the beddings are shining white, very different from the ordinary cloth available in the market and malls in the city.

he teased, guiding her into his bedroom. The bed was enormous, dressed in charcoal linens and two pillows. He pulled back the duvet and climbed in, opening his arms. Cassie crawled in after him, burrowing into his side like she belonged there. He was warm and solid. The steady thud of his heartbeat under her ear was the most soothing sound in the world.