Good In Bed Book Novels & Stories

NOVA “One, you will sleep in my bed,” he tells me and my blood runs cold in my veins. He’s a fucking perv! That’s what he is! How could he ask me to sleep in his bed? "What?" I hiss, rage already stirring inside of me. "You heard me," he says calmly. "Every night you must sleep in my bed. With me." My heart slams against my chest. "You're insane." "Possibly," he replies. "But I'm also the only reason you're not in shackles right now. You want my protection? My silence? Then you follow my rules."

“You’ve tasted the forbidden fruit and become an adult.” “I’m going to bed,” I said, and rose to my feet. A few minutes later, I collapsed on her bed. She jumped right in beside me. “Maddie, I’m really tired,” I said, hiding my face in her pillow. “Just tell me one thing before you sleep. Was he good in bed?” I sighed. I knew she wasn’t going to leave till I did, so I gave. her a response. “Yeah, he was good.” “Just good? No details?”

Since it has been a few days since seeing real people, imagine my surprise when I’m woken up one morning by a giggly someone bouncing on my bed. ************** Please vote and like my story. This is my first book on GoodNovel and I need all the love I can get!

So I was right they play here inside my room. It’s a bit messy inside and some of my lyric books are open so I assume they check it out. I went in and picked up the clutter on the floor, I put it aside my closet and stare at them sleeping peacefully in my bed. Gian is hugging his Shark pillow and facing the left side of the bed while this girl beside him was covered with book on her face and laying straight of the bed. I can’t help but to be amuse by her act, why would her clumsiness end up being cute to my eyes.

I gently touch a flower before entering the room. It was very simple–the window, where I said hello to him, was closed as expected. His bed that is facing the entry, appears comfortable and inviting; the wool brown blanket on top contrasted the black bed sheets and pillowcases. A couple of books sat at the bench which is situated at the foot of the bed, there are maps and globes everywhere, too.

she winked. "So you two are a thing now huh?" I asked "God..I just met him..what are you, my mom? " She joked. I left out a chuckle. We went back to our dorms and as soon as I reached my room I got out the dress and changed into a baby pink T-shirt and my Pjs and tied my hair into a bun. And buried my face into the pillow. --------------------------------- A/ N Hello there, like this chapter? Don't forget to press the vote button on your screen. Let me know your views in the comment section below and don't forget to follow me for more updates.

She got up and put her hair in a ponytail. "Not bad," she said before lying back on her bed. I sat on the other side of the king size bed, with my feet dangling over the edge. I looked at Valentina, whose shirt had raised a little. Fuck. "I guess you haven't read this book," I said, raising the book in my hand. She laughed. "How to not be a bitch. Courtesy of Lorenzo. I personally think he needs it more than I do." I set the book down and let out a hearty laugh. Her face was unreadable to me. "Yes?" I said. She gave me a faint smile.

“I’m used to it.” Before I could argue – because really, there was no way I was going to make him sleep on the floor in his own place. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. I followed after him, my curiosity getting the better of me despite the awkwardness of the situation. The bedroom was just as cozy as the rest of the house. A large wooden bed with a thick quilt and plenty of pillows sat against one wall, flanked by two nightstands. Books were stacked on both – some about hockey, others that looked like they were about history, mythology, school stuff and spirit guardians…

“I promise.” “Good.” “Can I race tomorrow?” “Sleep.” He smiled a little, then tucked his hand back beneath his cheek. Five minutes later, his breathing evened out. I stayed on the edge of the bed longer than I needed to. The moon night-light cast a pale glow across the wall. A sock lay beneath the chair. The dinosaur book rested facedown on the rug. On the nightstand, the little black car pointed toward the door as if it had been assigned to guard the room.