Envy Pillow Mga Nobela at Kwento

Zara said, breathily. I took the pillow -- a sad, floppy, lime green thing whose filling had fled long ago -- and dropped it on the ground. I fluffed the pillow as best I could, then lay down on top of it. I adjusted myself till I had my genitals in what seemed like the right place.

The one she had sampled months ago and couldn't stop thinking about. And in the center of the room, taking up most of the floor space, was a pregnancy pillow. Not the small curved ones. This was enormous—a cloud of soft fabric and memory foam, shaped like a curled body. Evelyn's mouth fell open. Leo wiped sweat from his forehead. “Lady boss, this is apparently a pregnancy pillow.” He lowered his voice. “A very expensive one.” Roman shot him a look. Leo cleared his throat. “I mean—a completely normal pillow.”

I gave her a robe and led her to her bed, telling her to rest for a moment while I cleaned up the living room. Leaving the room, I brought my hand to my mouth, suppressing a scream at the sight of the mess that devil's daughter had made. My eyes widened as the cushions of the armchair were torn apart, and despite being caught, she continued attacking that pillow, or rather, that rag, since all the feathers were scattered everywhere... What am I going to do? I'm dead, those pillows are imported from Paris. God, we're talking about Paris, I don't even have a penny to my name, where am I going to get those expensive feather pillows from?