Fantasy Bedroom Novels & Stories

"Oh, shit." The bedroom was insanely opulent. He'd never seen anything like it. Not even when he was rented out by Agent as a private service to very rich toms. It was something out of a fairy tale. His eyes picked out the silver rings on the bed, obviously meant for restraints. A very adult fairy tale. "Close the door," Spitfire ordered softly. "I think we found ol' Blackie's bedroom."

she replied, then was gone before I could blink my eyes. “Wow,” I muttered softly, and Ojani snickered at me. “You're surrounded by higher cryptids, but luckily, you are related to one,” she chirped in my head while I opened the bedroom door and gasped at seeing a lovely lilac colored room with a floral motif and a huge, exquisitely soft canopy bed. “Amazing,” I giggled as I ran toward it and then jumped onto the fluffy comforter and mattress. “This feels luxurious,” I sighed with my limbs spread out.

As compared to my same old boring bedroom interior, this one has a few artworks hanging on the auburn walls. There’s a large floor-to-ceiling window to my left, auburn blinds covering the view and little bits of the the early morning light seeping through the little cracks. There’s a burgundy colored door by the window, that I suppose leads to a bathroom. To my right stands the man that was just in my dreams. The man I had done so many wrongful and sinful deeds with in just one fantasy book.

She asked me. "A little Matilda, I can still feel a little pain," I told her as we slowly walked to a room. Matilda then opened the door. The room was big and spacious. It was like a princess-themed bedroom. I want to take the moment and dream to be wearing that long lovely princess ball gown. To sleep in a very beautiful princess bedroom like this one. This is every girl’s fantasy but not everyone was able to earn the bedroom of their dreams. But then, some lucky little ladies were able to have their princess bedrooms. Just like me now. I still can't believe that I will be spending nights in this bedroom. This is a dream come true. It just looked perfect. The bed has a castle headboard that

Her fantasy world brought to life. Shaelith’s room was black with scattered gold touches, striking. There were wolf motifs on the wall, a dark galaxy ceiling, and a nightlight shaped like a crescent moon. She didn’t squeal, of course, but the way her fingers brushed across the shelves and how she lingered by the bed told me everything I needed to know. That night, as I tucked them into their new beds, I looked around and whispered to myself, We’ve made it, this is the kind of rich I dream of, a happy family.

So the faster Gregory got me into a new room, the faster I could get out of Garren's way and explore the Kingdom at my own pace. Gregory flipped a switch, and a large chandelier in the center of the room came to life, revealing the beautiful bedroom. A large four-poster bed sat on a lowered platform in the middle of the room. Stairs wrapped around it, making it easy to access from anywhere in the room.

This issue plagued my mind all the time until we were about to go to bed. My disappointment turned to nervousness when I entered Ren’s bedroom. His bedroom was much larger than I had expected and trust me, I was expecting plenty already. The whole room was decorated with red and gold silk along with wooden furniture of the most exquisite design and patterns. There was everything in the bedroom including a very large bed with a canopy of red silk above. I bet anyone could live in here forever. The bedroom was like a set of rooms and a private living quarter instead of just a plain bedroom. There were sofa sets, working desk, tea table and other furniture in the bedchamber.

It took me longer than I thought, but I found his room. I quietly opened the door and got closer to confirm it was the right person. He was sleeping soundly tucked in his big bed. I was jealous. He had this big room all to himself and a comfy-looking bed. I had a closet for a room with a cot for a bed. That wasn’t what made me jealous. I mean, it should be. No, I’m envious because he was tucked in lovingly. My grandmother doesn’t tuck me in, let alone lovingly. That made my resolve to scare this wolf that much stronger. “Phantamogriphia Decorum.” I whispered, focusing all my energy on conjuring the image of the Silver Luna.

‘No, his eyes were their usual obsidian black. The horrifying image dissolved as quickly as it had appeared. Rhiannon let out a tight breath, forcing herself to calm down. ‘It had to be another nightmare.’ After all, it wasn’t her first time having such strange, vivid nightmares and imaginations. Rhiannon looked around the enormous bedroom, taking in the dark stone walls illuminated by the warm glow of an ornate fireplace crackling nearby. Heavy velvet curtains framed towering windows, while expensive antique furniture filled the room with understated elegance. The king-sized bed beneath her felt impossibly soft, and every detail whispered unimaginable wealth.

Faythe Beta Connor said my room is basic and that there isn't much in here but after a full twenty-four hours locked within my own warded space, I am beginning to think this might be luxury. Instead of the stained mattress I have at home, I have a plush memory foam mattress on a beautifully carved wooden bed frame; the four pillows are so fluffy that I’ve had to take two of them off the bed just to get a good night's sleep. The duvet cover is a soft cotton that feels like a feather stroking my skin while I sleep; the soft cream walls have been enchanted so that they change depending on my mood. When I first came in here, they were a deep teal but now they’re a soft sky blue that instantly ma