Novel & Cerita Fantasy Bedroom

Every step around her home feels like I’m too big to be in the space. There’s the scent of something sweet—vanilla and cinnamon—luring me down the hallway. The soft light of flames flickering brings me toward Raina’s bedroom, stopping just outside the doorway. I watch her, losing myself in a fantasy where I belong here in the middle of the night. The bed takes up a good portion of the back wall of the room. There’s a dresser and TV stand in front of it. I can picture us in bed together watching a scary movie where she moves against me after something frightens her.

Grabbing at the corners, I strip the bed, tossing the soiled linens into a pile on the floor and padding into the closet for the spares. It’s as I’m pulling the last corner of the fitted sheet that I feel it, the whispering tingle of magic against my charm. Intending to concentrate on it, I lift my eyes in the darkness and swallow a gasp. My room is full of waltzing motes of flickering golden faery fire, swirling like dust in a beam of sunlight. For real I snatch my sleep pants off the bench at the foot of the bed, nearly crashing to the floor as I hop trying to pull them on, first one leg then the other, and get to the bedroom door at the same time. When I open it, the hallway is filled too

“The club’s doing well, and I thought maybe it was time to put down roots. Have somewhere small to come when I’m too tired to drive back to the estate.” “Small?” I blink, with a scoff. “Your definition of small is very different from mine.” He laughs, nodding toward the empty hallway. “Come on. Let me show you where to put Sleeping Beauty.” I hesitate for a second before I follow him, and he opens a door near the end, the room inside stealing what little breath I have left. It is every little girl’s dream. The walls are painted a soft lavender. A giant bed sits in the center with a tufted headboard and fluffy blankets piled high.

"Well, yeah. I mean, this is my bedroom. This is where I spend most of my time before. But now, I always find myself wanting to be next to you. My Dad is right. I can't keep still here, knowing you're away." I let go of her hand and scanned the room more thoroughly. In the middle of the room, there sat her queen-sized bed with a lush satin headboard attached to it. On the far side, there was a large mahogany desk, topped by her own laptop, school books, and notes. Next to it was a shelf of books containing a large number of fantasy fiction. On the other side, she also had a glass door leading to the balcony. Then I twirled around to get a sight of another door which I assumed her walk-in clo

I asked him as we ascended the flight of stairs. "You'll see," He responded, not stopping. He pushed a door open and I strolled into a room that left my mouth agape. "Is this your bedroom?" It was too feminine to be his. "No, queen. This is your bedroom." For some minutes I paused, savoring the awesomeness of the room with my eyes wide open. It was like something out of a fairy tale, with a large, luxurious bed in the center, draped in white satin. The walls were painted with my favourite shade of pink, and the furniture was made of mahogany. There were fresh dandelions in a vase on the dresser, and the scent of lavender filled the air.

The following morning, I had a slight headache. Those candies were probably not as commonplace as they appeared. I looked around the bedroom I slept in and realized I was somewhere new. It had Window walls, lavender-colored walls and a king-sized bed that was placed in the center of the room. The furniture featured a monochromatic color scheme of various tones of pink, purple, and white that made it appear rather expensive. Any spoiled princess would have loved the bedroom.

Damon said with another smile. My room was light, with big windows for the sun to seep through. The curtains weren't closed now, the starry night shining in. The walls were light of colour and matched with the plants in it. It had a Mediterranean feel to it. I had chosen an extra big bed, wanting to have as much space as possible. I laughed. “That's stereotypical. Where is your coffin?” I said back at him. “Hmmm I can show you one time if you want. It's right under the room with my bat friends,” he responded. I laughed again and thought back about my intrigue.

My few remaining things occupied the centre, flanked by their heavy leather armor and tunics on either side. At the back of the wardrobe, a small blue door stood slightly ajar. I pushed it open and stopped dead. The ceiling above was covered in a massive, vibrant fresco. Dozens of wolf cubs played in a field of red and white wild flowers under a painted gold sun. The room below was completely empty, waiting for a cradle. My throat went dry. A deep blush crept up from my collarbone. "The master bedroom is through there," Adriel said, pointing to a door on the opposite wall.

He gestured for me to follow. Against better judgment, I did. He led me to one of the rooms, and when he pushed the door open, my breath caught. The room screamed Adam. Rich, indulgent, yet meticulously arranged. The walls were draped in dark blue tapestries edged with black, the colors merging into a harmony that was both commanding and strangely soothing. A massive bed dominated the space, its sheets black silk, pillows stacked in neat abundance. A wall-length shelf held books, blades, and strange artifacts, some glowing faintly with enchantment.

I give him a smile of my own - a controlled, unconcerned smile, I hope - and step into the room, closing the door behind me. I have to admit, now that I'm getting a better look, this is one of the most beautiful bedrooms I've ever seen. The walls are sage green, the floors dark hardwood. There's an enormous white stone fireplace against one wall, and its mantle is carved to look like a canopy of leaves. On the far side of the room, a pair of long-paned windows stretch from the floor to the ceiling. But the bed. Oh, the bed.