Good In Bed Book Novels & Stories

Poking her head through, she found the kid strewn over his bed with his blanket crossed diagonally over his body. She let out a giggle, entering into his room fully and sat at the edge of his bed. There were a number of books on his bed which ranged from his finished assignments to picture story books all opened with his tiny frame over them. So Bloom gently lifted him up and quietly pulled out the books from beneath him. The little auburn haired only stirred a bit but his eyes didn’t come open.

It was the book Alice usually read before going to bed. He looked up, put the book down, and said, “This a fantastic book. Alice, you have excellent taste.” “No, it is not what you think it is. Every time I read this book, I fall asleep very quickly. In a way, it’s my sleeping pills.” Alice responded. She then folded her arms and turned to face Zayden. She added, “Come on, I think you should go back to Adrian’s bedroom instead of checking what I am reading before I go to bed. Otherwise, you will have to sleep in Max’s bed again.”

When she comes back, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, then walks over, pulling her book bag onto the bed and unzipping it. “Can I sleep on your bed?” I ask. “Sure, I’m going to study anyway.” She empties her book bag on the bed, selecting the ones she needs. “Luke... can I ask you something?” “What’s that?” I say, even though I already know what she’s going to ask. She exhales softly before turning to face me. “Is there a reason you don’t like Ruth?” “There doesn’t have to be a reason, Dre,” I say flatly.

And even when they hadn’t… I no longer let them land. I had too much peace in me now. There wasn’t room for shame anymore. Back at the house, I carried the books Darren had ordered for the nursery upstairs and placed them on the newly assembled shelf. They were all hardcovers with soft pastel covers and gold-stamped lettering: Goodnight Moon, The Velveteen Rabbit, Where the Wild Things Are, Dream Big, Little One, I Am Enough. I traced the spine of each book with my fingertip, whispering the titles softly.

she cocked her brow, her tone matter of fact. “Obviously not, but there has to be a middle ground between bed rest and insanity.” “There isn’t. That’s why bed rest sucks.” She settled into the chair beside the bed. “Want me to read to you? I found this absolutely terrible supernatural romance where the werewolf heroine falls for a vampire—” “That sounds awful.” “It’s amazingly awful. That’s the point.” She opened the book, clearing her throat dramatically. “Chapter One: The night I met Aire was the night everything changed…”

she said and lay back onto her bed. I sat on the other side, my feet hanging off the side of the king size bed. I glanced at Sienna and I saw that her top had ridden up slightly, so I was now seeing her toned and very flat stomach. Fuck me. "I take it you haven't read this book," I said as I held the book up in my hand. She chuckled. "It is called How To Not Be A Bitch. Rocco gave it to me. I personally think he needs it more than I do," she said.

This noble lady really does not fail to amuse him. “There’s only two rooms in this small inn,” he explained, carefully placing her down the bed. Then he kneeled before her, pulling her dress up to check her wound. This made her flinch in surprised, flustered at his sudden actions with no warning. “But if you don’t want me here, I can go sleep with my pack if that will make you comfortable-” “NO!” she immediately replied, not wanting him to misunderstand her anymore. There was a rapid change in Dark’s expression. It’s as if, his handsome face brightened up.

╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ Rose didn't even look up from the book. "It's called 'In a Monster’s Bed.'"

I need to trust that and not some insecure babble floating through my brain. When I walk into his bedroom, I’m immediately surrounded by Aiden. His house is clean and pretty much clear of clutter, but his king-size bed is unmade. The dark gray bedding flung about as if he didn’t sleep very well last night. I’m not about to snoop through his things, but how can I possibly resist crawling into his bed when his body is the last one to lay here and it’s covered in his scent?

He dived past me to the bed, and took the book, scrutinizing the cover. “Haven’t read it, but I’m sure it’s a good one. Come on,” he tapped the space beside him on the bed, motioning for me to join him. “Come read it to me. Let’s see how well you’ve learned.”