Good In Bed Book Novels & Stories

She was the closet tome. I remove my gown in frustrated and throw it on the floor. Elizabeth picks it up and neatly folds it, keeping in my closet. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!

It was like a fever that kept burning higher and higher. My bedroom felt different with him in it. It was a room for a "good girl"—full of stuffed animals, school books, and soft pillows. Having Dominic here, naked and powerful, felt like a beautiful sin. He laid me down on my bed, the white sheets feeling cool against my overheated skin.

And she never would have discovered that someone was willing to stay by her side—no matter how chaotic her life became. So the question is... Did she really sleep in the wrong bed? Or was it exactly where the most beautiful chapter of her life was meant to begin? A heartwarming romance-comedy filled with laughter, butterflies, heartfelt emotions, and unforgettable moments that will leave every reader smiling. 💖📖✨

His eyes were shining like he had just won the lottery. Annabelle allowed herself to be pulled in, her lips curving despite the awkward stiffness knotting her shoulders. Richard’s gaze followed her, steady, unreadable, but she avoided it, focusing instead on Alan’s excitement. “Look!” Alan spread his arms wide, spinning in a circle like he was showing off a palace. “I got my own bed—with cars! And those stars, Mom, they glow at night. And see—” he darted to the shelf, picking up a book with a superhero on the cover, “all these books are mine! Dad said I can read every night before sleep. And my trains are right here too—” he pointed proudly at the tracks crisscrossing the rug, “—no one’s gon

His black shirt stretched over his shoulders, and his hair was all mussed like he had been rubbing his fingers through it repeatedly. I turned my attention back to the pages to finish the chapter, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. I slipped the bookmark from the back cover and used it to mark my page. George reached out and ran his hand down my thigh. “Did you sleep well?” “Your mattress is awful,” I replied. “If you were going to bring my stuff over, you could have brought my mattress.” He smiled. “I agree. Your mattress is much comfier than mine. I’ll rectify that tomorrow.”

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…”