Castle Pillow Novels & Stories

00He not only hurt the person he liked, but also killed his own child. 00They were in the same sky, in different countries, and in different locations. 00Cassandra was lying on the bed. The room was very clean. There might be mosquitoes in the room, so there was a mosquito net on the bed. It was made of soft yarn and had several layers overlapped. 00She felt very tired, but she didn't feel very sleepy, and she couldn't sleep even if she wanted to. 00"Click," the door handle moved, and Niya pushed the door with the puppy in her arms. "Are you asleep?"

Caspian was shocked. He wondered if someone had infiltrated the villa. With that thought in mind, Caspian did not hesitate and jumped out of his bed. He ran to Willow's room without wearing a shirt. Caspian opened the door easily and switched on the lights. When the lights were opened, Caspian looked around and realized nothing unusual was going on. Only Willow and Zoey were in the bed in their very seductive lacey pajamas. Caspian was confused. Why did they shout when there was nothing in the room?

The couch that I was going to insist one of us sleeps on is upside down. “Are you serious? You turned the couch upside down?” I ask, turning to him. He is already in bed, holding a tablet. The only source of light in the room is the bedside lamp on his side, causing a dim glow in the room. “You look good in black.” He responds, and I sigh. “Fine, I’ll settle. Where are the pillows that were on the bed? I want to create a barrier between us.” "I didn't see any pillows.” Christopher answers with a shrug.

[ CASSANDRA ] I console my mother when suddenly my father comes into my room with a knife and a gun. My mom and I are panic. He approached us and asked my mother what she was doing in my room. My mother continued to cry without answering his question. I looked at them and I was afraid. I wouldn't want to see them argue. Two seconds later, my father grabs my mother by the hair and threatens to cut her throat like an animal if she doesn't answer him. Instead of defending herself, my mother looked at my father and said :

Vale never sleeps more contently than this one. This pillow is giving her the warmth that she never had before. She just wanted to snuggle and continue to sleep with its warmness. That was until she heard something. Thump... Thump... Thump... What was that? She furrowed his eyebrows and listened again. Thump... Thump... Thump... Vale opened her eyes, and the sight of a chiselled chest greeted her and made her sat up as quickly as she can.

Cassie called out from her room. I looked at the coffee machine before I headed to Cassie's room, finding her perched on the edge of her bed staring at her laptop screen. “What's up?” I asked, sitting beside her. She turned the screen to face me, and I could see the shipping database for our app. “Why would someone order twenty cattle tazers and three hundred dog muzzles?” concern tainting her voice. I scanned the page, pulling up the buyer's details. “J.M. Castle. Let's see if he's ever bought anything else.”

It was decorated with all kinds of skin products, the best there was no doubt. She slowly walked to the bedroom, the smell of rose petals filled the air. This was the best bath she had ever taken in her life. The lights were dimmed and Caleb’s body was lying still under the covers. She climbed underneath the covers, trying her best to not disturb him. She felt like she was betraying Josh climbing in bed next to another man. When in bed she grabbed some of the leftover pillows and started stacking them between her and Caleb. “Are you finished with your pillow mountain?” Caleb spoke from the other side of her wall.

The softer the bed, the better I always said. My lips curled up in a happy smile when I turned my attention to the crimson and gold pillows, noting that each one of them were monogrammed with my initials. Sitting beside the body pillow were two beautiful, obviously hand-stitched spotted horses that also bore my initials. It stunned me even more to see the horses. They were very similar to the ones he had bought on my 14th birthday from the thrift store. My mother had wanted to take me shopping, but when Rip tried to convince her to take me to WalMart, she had refused.

It is a landscape of white linen and down, designed for exactly one purpose: to hold four people without anyone falling off the edge. "I had it built three years ago," Spadino says proudly, bouncing onto the mattress. "Anticipation." "Get off," Ciro growls. "You're wearing shoes." Spadino kicks his shoes off. They fly across the room. "Better?" Ciro ignores him. He turns to me. "Turn around," Ciro commands. I turn. I feel his large, rough hands on the zipper of my dress. He lowers it slowly. The sound of the teeth separating is loud in the quiet room. Zzzzzzip.