Castle Pillow Novels & Stories

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.

But Lisa sounded relaxed, so maybe it was a good thing. When Terry's men came to pick up the pregnancy pillow, Hersha even told them to take the pastries she had made to Lisa. Terry looked at the stuff his men brought back, only to realize this was not just a pillow. It was a U-shape pillow, providing full-body support to the user. Lisa could sleep on any side with the pillow. "You're going to sleep with a pillow like this?" Terry asked.

The next thing she knew, she was already fast asleep. Celeste felt cold and she instantly moved closer to the pillow beside her. Her nose crinkled when she felt that the pillow was... unexpectedly warm. She smiled and scooted closer to it. She bet that it was now already early in the morning. That's why she felt cold. She moved her face towards the pillow but it became hard. She suddenly felt a light movement from the pillow, which is very unusual.

“I meant our first night as husband and wife.” Cassandra sprang up, grabbing a throw pillow and hurling it at him. “Stop teasing me!” she huffed, feigning annoyance. Caspian laughed, but effortlessly caught the pillow. “Alright, alright,” he conceded, raising his hands in mock surrender. “In that case, do you have any other requests, Mrs. Verity?” A thought suddenly struck Cassandra. She crossed her arms and gave him a serious look. “Yes. Go get me strawberries. Your child wants strawberries.”

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

She picked up a new pillow and gently placed it on the bed—it looked soft and plush, the kind you’d sink right into. “I made this pillow myself the night I heard the Alpha was getting married. It’s a gift for Luna,” she said with a bright smile. “I knitted the cover with soft wool, filled it with lots of fluffy feathers, and added a bit of lavender and rose fragrance to help you sleep better.”

The morning sun peeked through the heavy curtains of our cabin, casting a bright, golden line across the carpet. I woke up slowly, my eyes heavy with sleep, and immediately noticed the giant wall of fluffy white pillows running right down the center of the large bed. The pillow wall had survived another night.

There were a bunch of different furnishings and objects scattered throughout the room. Between racks full of restraints, canes, whips, and paddles and the four-poster California king bed that sat in the corner, with more restraints placed at the top—the entire room was filled with everything having to do with the BDSM lifestyle. Despite the room being filled with intimidating contraptions, there was a very intimate feeling that blanketed the space. Maybe it was the materials of velvet. Maybe silk was dressed up the furniture or possibly the dim lighting. Whatever it was, the area gave off a specific kind of warmth that I was fond of.

🦋 CATALINA 🦋 There’s a huge difference between a pillow and something of a human figure. For example, pillows don’t have necks. But this particular pillow has it, and nothing in this world can be more horrifying than to be wrapped around something so cold yet feels human when you remember sleeping being cuddled to a pillow. “Nevan’s ghost?” Even after death, he still wants to get under my skirt, rest in pieces, you foul spirit.