Novel & Cerita Gacha Backgrounds Bedroom

making sure the door is closed behind me. I walked towards the other door that he talked about. a gasp left my lips when I saw how the room was decorated. "What!" I whispered taking a step inside. the walls were painted with purple and white, my two favourite colours. one the bed, I could see different types of toys and Teddies. The bed has a flower cover, and flowers hang around the room. kinda like a mini garden. "Like it?" I heard Lucie say making me squeal before turning towards the door.

I muttered, rolling my eyes at how easily I had settled into a routine of talking to the voice inside my head. Looking around the room, I smiled, seeing it was completely different from every other room; it did not have white walls and no character.. instead, this room was filled with beautiful black and white photos that looked to be of the city I had glimpsed out of the window. The room's outer walls had been turned into huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and judging by the balcony outside the glass panels; a door was hidden somewhere. The few walls the room had were painted a soft grey, but deep blue curtains hung proudly, and white bedding and beautiful fur rugs decorated the room. It wasn't

the room. The bedroom was furnished on a meagre budget but it was full of more warmth than Amelia had seen in many years. On the back wall was a mural, a tree with every colour of fall leaf imaginable and a few more besides. One the crude pine bed was a hand-embroidered orange cover. From every wall smiled black and white photographs of art and history. The colours are nothing else, strong, vibrant. But where was she? Maybe at Richard or Van Dough's home?

Since he decided to go back to fighting monsters, he's opening his weapon room where he keeps all his equipments from when he was in the special squad. "I wonder where I placed the room key, it might be just in my drawers I think."

“I mentioned it before I presented to carry you. And you agree.” “I have no gold as of now, be it a debt. I’ll pay you soon.” “I don’t want your gold.” Zaetron opened a door and a vast room met my gaze. I can’t help but let my jaw drop, seeing every detail it has on every corner. The walls were of polished rock with the same caramel colors. A round mirror was hung on the wall and two lamps unlighted were on both sides of the bed. Speaking of the bed, it was out of mahogany wood. The dainty white pillows were neatly placed on the head corner. So as the sky-blue-hued blanket spread across the bed. There is also one red cushion in a shape of a pestle.

"This is your room. Treat it like your own." He walks inside, dropping the bag on the floor. I walk in after him and scan the room. The walls are painted a light shade of lilac which I like. There's a large bed decorated with white and light grey cushions. Empty photo frames hand on the wall waiting to be used and a square fur rug sits at the end of my bed. I glance at the victorian wardrobe in the corner, admiring the intricate white detailing before turning towards Jake. "It's perfect, I love the colours in here." I tell him walking around the room. My fingers trail over the bed spread, the material cool under my fingers.

Skylar's POV "You can come in now," I hear Andrei callout through the open doorway. Already too tired to even care what's about to happen, I walk right into the room. And wow, is it ever beautiful. The room is large, but not to the point that even furniture couldn't fix that problem. Unlike my room, I see there's an open doorway near the bed that leads to a bathroom, and another off to the left probably leading to a closet. The walls are a nice Mocha Cream colouring which perfectly compliments the touches of grey and golden-brown on the bedspread. A few different pictures spread out around the room to rid of any emptiness on the walls.

I’m not playing into the bad Hollywood view of vampires as sparkly-skinned or wearing puffy sleeves. “Fine. Let me shower and get dressed. No better expect me to be social and perky before I’ve had at least one blood bag.” I grumbled, throwing back the covers. “Perish the thought.” Sage giggled, turning the light on. I narrowed my eyes as I looked around the bedroom, wrinkling my nose at the blue walls, the mural that wrapped around the room between the wall and the recessed ceiling, the lattice on the walls by the patio doors, and the gold naked-ish woman chandelier. I know it’s impolite to speak ill of the dead—oh, I hope whoever designed this place’s interior is dead—but wow, this is the

As the latch clicks, I let out a heavy sigh, as I slump into the thickly laid bed which receives me with much warmth. I notice the room is mostly decorated in purple color. The bed, duvet, heavy curtains, the velvet chairs, rugs, cosmetics bottles. All purple. Did Derek order this? Or did Darren? But the answer is clear. Because he alone knows my favorite color. I blush and giggle simultaneously. It is beautiful... Goddess gracious! I really need a warm bath. I think, as I bounce off the bed, heading straight for the rest room in this gilded cage.

No, Zachariah, changing my clothing, but he didn’t seem to do anything else since I am alright except for a little soreness from the fighting and fleeing and his bite on my shoulder. I notice a red silk dressing gown thrown over the back of a chair off to the side of the bed, so I take it up and slide it on, tying the string around my waist carefully. I then resume my examination of the room, still looking for the bathroom. It was not a place I expected a beast to reside in because it was decorated in colours of crimson, black, and gold, and it looked incredibly gorgeous with the antique furniture spread out perfectly about the room.