Framed Into One Bed And Fell In Love Novels & Stories

ELARA I spent the next four days trying to pretend Room 7 had been a dream. A very vivid, very filthy dream. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the masked stranger from Room 7 inside me, his voice in my ear calling me exquisite, his hands bruising my hips like he was marking territory no one else would ever claim. I’d wake up soaked, thighs clenched, hating how much I wanted to crawl back to that club and beg for round two.

I woke up with unbearable pain on my lower body. I shifted in the bed, groaning as I opened my eyes. I looked at the fancy ceiling above and realized it was not my bedroom. “Shit,” I murmured, remembering the impulsive decision I made the night before. I slowly looked to the other side of the bed and saw the sleeping man who saw my most vulnerable state.

Escaping from being sold to a druglord by my own gumbling, drunkard father, felt like it was the end of my life, the betrayal was deep, but the last thing i imagined when i escaped to hide in Spain was Mitchell Matamoros. The most eligible, handsome, and richest man in town. The most handsome being I've ever laid eyes on. He's my boss, he's brutal, and he's a cold bastard who doesn't do love. The last thing i should have done was to fall in love with him because it almost ruined my life. Now, now i have to run & hide, but nobody runs from Mitchell Matamoros just like that.

They agreed and I sighed, “I really need to go to sleep. I’m so tired. Between the pain meds and this heating pad, I’m feeling quite soothed.” That was when Wendy brought in a double sized hospital bed into my room, “I was getting tired of seeing the prince lay his head in your lap to sleep.” Mom and grandma held up the wires and tubes that were connected to me while Wendy helped me to the new bed. Once I was settled in, I realized this bed was even more comfortable and I fell asleep instantly. When I woke up, I felt an arm around my lower waist and I realized my mate was in bed with me. I started to try to turn over, and I heard his gravelly, sleepy voice, “Where are you trying to go, love?

Quinn hated hospitals. They always reminded her of painful experiences. "You take the bed; I'll be fine on the couch," Xavier said as he settled into the couch. As a gentleman, he felt it was only right to offer Quinn the bed. "You should sleep in the bed. You're the patient here," Quinn insisted. One was sitting on the couch, while the other stood before it. "You should get some rest now. You've had a long day." After flying back from Dudore and working half a day, an unexpected incident had actually happened in the evening. "You take the bed, Xavier," Quinn insisted again.

“The bed. We need commitment to the narrative.” “Woman.” “People need details.” “You are exhausting.” “And you’re too pretty to be this boring.” His eyes narrow slightly. I demonstrate helpfully with my hands. “You know. Throw me around. Animalistic passion. Raw sexual chemistry. Maybe a growl or two.” Hades stares at me like he’s reconsidering the entire arrangement. Then—CRACK. He drives one elbow straight through the wooden frame. The entire bed collapses violently beneath me. I stare at the shattered wood. Holy shit.

Her hands have just started stretching when the memories of the last night hit her back. "Gross!" She uttered, sitting straight on the bed. Her eyes travelled to the circular watch on the wall in the front as she stepped out of the quilts. Her clothes lay on the bed crumpled while a used condom beside them. She let out a sigh, feeling sick. Her exasperation was too much that she ended up sleeping with Ella's boy. He lived in the same apartment as hers. When she came late in the night Ben, Ella's boyfriend was returning from somewhere, and they met in the elevator.

Cho-ae definitely fought back against that vulnerability that knocked down her walls, but as everyone was enjoying what was the beginning of the rest of their lives, she was skulking in a corner in her dorm room alone to cry her heart out. Because she shared the very same dorm room with a girl that was (presumably) straight, a girl that likes someone else. Stupid, she was definitely stupid for wasting a night like this. As she drowned out the sounds of the celebrations outside, Cho-ae prayed that these dumb feelings would all go away in the morning, because they should have never even been there in the first place.

he murmured, voice low, “we can finally live. Free. Together.” Justina’s hand traced the line of his jaw, eyes shining with unshed tears. “Together. Always,” she whispered. The chamber, once a tomb of secrets and control, had transformed into a sanctuary of love, trust, and desire. And as they lay intertwined, the estate above them basked in sunlight, no longer a place of fear but a monument to their survival, their passion, and the life they had claimed together.

Where this new-gained confidence came from? Maybe my childhood experience of falling from the sofa and injuring my forehead, was still a part of me. "We can share the bed, can't we?" He asked with hope and i nodded. What if he falls too? Who will take care of him? But then you will get a week more here. And then share the room with him? No thanks. He grinned and left to change his clothes. I pulled the black band of my pony and my hairs fell on my back. What a relief!! I laid on my side of bed and covered myself with a duvet.