Emo Bedroom Novels & Stories

My ceiling has a sun right now with clouds but will mimic the real night sky. My king sized bed has four tall bed posts that have ivy carved into it, lightening bugs are in jars around the room. They can be released or used as a lantern. The bed is covered in purple silk sheets and emerald green bedding with golden whimsical embellishments. There is so much more to explore including the en-suite bathroom that has a mini waterfall and is even more romantic than Oisin's bathroom. "Do you like it?" My mom sounds nervous. "I love it. It's perfect." I'm looking around still stuck in the doorway stunned.

The bedroom was dim only the soft orange from the streetlamp outside sneaking through the thin curtains. Adeyemi’s bed was big enough for two to sleep comfortably, three if they didn’t mind getting tangled. Four was pushing it; someone would end up half on the floor. That was kind of the point tonight.

She promised to secretly take photos of me and share them online. Just today, her latest video included a photo of me waking up at 7:00 am to put makeup on. Her caption said, "My love-addled dormmate must be desperate for love. Look at her waking up early just to doll herself up for her boyfriend because she's scared to lose his affection. "She's not at all like the rest of us who don't bother making ourselves look good for a guy. We are able to carry ourselves with grace and embrace our natural beauty."

Presidential suite, Hotel Renz. "Have you been waiting for me from just now?" "Yes, I've been waiting for you from just now." "So do you miss me?" "To be more precise I miss your embrace, dear." With her low voice, the woman sounded so seductive. Jason also seemed to smile brightly at the answer from a woman who was now sitting in her seductive pose on the bed. The red lingerie that is now being worn by the woman seems to make her body exposed so beautifully.

"Back to the empire that ate you alive?" I shut my eyes tight. "Not today," I muttered under my breath. "Sir?" Noah looked at me, confused. I straightened. "Nothing. Let's go." The voice faded, like smoke in the wind. But it left a chill crawling up my spine. The boardroom looked different too. Bigger, brighter, built from glass and ambition. There were twelve seats, but only one empty - the one next to mine. And then the door opened. Elena walked in.

The soft hues of the walls and the gentle glow of a nightlight infused the space with a sense of tenderness and warmth. I walked out, and as my eyes scanned the room, they fell upon a small corner dedicated to a child’s interests. Erdem had thoughtfully arranged a collection of age-appropriate books, colourful building blocks, and a miniature soccer ball. It was a playful corner, designed to nurture Ezio's imagination and encourage his physical activities. I could envision him laughing and playing in this space, his infectious joy filling the room. Moving on from the living room, I entered a room that had been transformed into a cosy home office. A large desk stood against the wall, adorned

SAMANTHA’S POV The clock on Wesley’s bedside table read 2:47 AM when I woke up tangled in his sheets, my skin still slick with sweat from the way he had taken me earlier. The flat was dark except for the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the half-drawn curtains. His arm was draped heavily over my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck. I shifted slightly, feeling the pleasant throb between my legs where he had fucked me so thoroughly I had lost count of how many times I came.

Tired and sleepy, she went straight for the bathroom, and unlike his, hers had every product she could ever need with white and pink towels folded neatly displayed on the shelf. Emelia was too tired to appreciate the effort put in to make her room feel like home. She swiftly had a warm shower and headed for the connected dressing room. If her home had everything she needed, this was nothing less of a beauty, clothing, and fashion house all in one. She shovels through the multitude of charming nightwear picking out a sweet red lingerie with lace frontals. It was not only sexy but a good honeymoon package. She wears a t-shirt over the lingerie heading out to her resting place.

Ember would heat it like she always did and I loved that. Bastet jumped up on the bed as we entered the room and closed the door. He started cleaning himself right away, making that awful licking sound while purring. It made me cringe to listen to it. Ember ignored him and started to shed her clothing. I stood by and watched her out of the corner of my eye while lighting candles around the room. There was already a fire going in the fireplace of the room to keep it warm. I gave her my full attention when she stepped into the tub. As soon as she stepped in, the water started to steam and I knew it was now warm enough for me to join her.

"Emily's out cold." I stepped out, legs stiff from crouching. The bedroom was dimly lit by a bedside lamp, king-sized bed with rumpled sheets, nightstand cluttered with lotions and a few framed photos of Emily as a kid. Salma closed the door softly, locking it with a click that echoed too loud in the silence.