Novel & Cerita Heartstopper Pillow Fort

Octavia Pov I turn in my sleep, cuddling my pillow. Suddenly my pillow moved, I frowned wondering why the pillow moved, I grabbed my pillow and cuddled it. I rubbed my pillow and I noticed it was hard and firm, pillows are not supposed to feel that way, right? I opened my eyes, blinking repeatedly. I looked down and I noticed I was holding someone's arm, a really muscular arm. I looked up and a pair of blue eyes were looking at me amused, I was cuddling Silver arm. We were in the movie room and he was laying on his back with me beside me, I quickly let go of his arm. I could feel the heat in my cheeks as he laughed, his hoarse morning voice sending chills down my spine.

He held it from the other end, tossing my pillow to the other side when he read my next move. "Why?" "I can't sleep without it," he complained. "I can't sleep either without the toy you just destroyed!" I retaliated and returned to work. He drew it towards him before I could destroy it the way I wanted. As I tried to pull the pillow towards me, he pushed it away from me with such force that not only the pillow, but I also moved towards him and landed on his chest, pushing him down on the bed. I collapsed on his chest, my head dug into the crook of his neck, and his scent of fresh grass and forest hit my nostrils once more.

he declares, strutting out of the room with my pillow under his arm. “Give me back my pillow!” I shout at him. “Stop shouting and get dressed!” he retorts.

I couldn't help but smile as I toddled towards there. We used almost all of your blankets for the roof. We actually used curtains too for the other fort we made in the frontyard. There were throwpillows and rectangular pillows all in white sheets organized next to each other on the wall. There were stuffed toys in different sizes and pillows in different shapes that made them look like one of the stuffed toys as well. Some of the toys are my gift for you; some are just stuffs you bought for yourself. Underneath them is a white blanket with furs and at the top of it lies a comforter. There's also an empty laptop table at the corner.

I shake my head at the fact I had to slide the box from the porch to the living room as it was too large for me to maneuver. “I bought you something,” Jackson states matter-of-factly. I try to decipher whether he is speaking to me or to Nya as he reaches into the large brown box to reveal its contents. He proudly holds a long, snake-like, stuffed object nearly as tall as he is. “It’s not much to look at like this. Follow me,” Jackson prompts, striding to my bedroom. He removes the protective plastic covering and displays the pillow on my bed, forming a capital C. “It’s a pregnancy body pillow,” he proudly announces. “The reviews claim it allows a pregnant woman to sleep more comfortably. Hop

He made trip after trip, bringing in what looked like huge and oddly shaped pillows and scattering them around the den. "What in the world is all this?" I asked, weaving my way through them all. He picked one up, staring at it like it was an alien and scratching his head. "They're pregnancy pillows for you. I didn't know which one to get, so I just got them all and figured you could try them out and see which ones you like best.”

I heard Levi's mom call from down the hall just as I was fluffing up the inside of our newly constructed masterpiece of a pillow fort. "It's not a mess, Mom!" Levi called back quickly, his voice a little strained. I stuck my head out of the fort and offered her a sheepish wave. "Sorry, ma'am." Her scolding expression melted the moment she saw me—and Canon, who was flopped over a pillow with a rattle in his mouth. "Oh, well isn't this just adorable," she cooed, pulling out her phone to snap a photo. "Well, I guess if you okayed this, there must be something to it. I'll tell you what—this can stay up tonight, but in the morning, you boys have to take it down. I don't care if it's rebuilt in yo

* * * Twenty minutes later I was on the couch and I genuinely could not explain what had happened to my living room. Every blanket in the house. Every pillow. He'd pulled the big ones off the bed, the decorative ones off the chairs, even the throw from the hall closet that still had tags on it. The couch was buried. There was a blanket draped over the back cushions making a roof. "What is this," "Fort." He adjusted one of the corner pillows. "Get in, princess." I got in without any further hesitation.

Bruno's hand was on her back, rubbing her waist to ease the pain of a three-month pregnancy. Bruno's math. Beauty gently opens the box to find a cute, custom-made pillow-complete with Beauty's smiling face printed on it, framed with a soft pink heart. Face of Beauty was written at the top. Beauty gasps softly and clasps her hands over her mouth. "Ta-da! Your very own Beauty-pillow!" Helen said, grinning. Tears spring to Beauty's eyes. She showed the pillow to the audience. "It's so cute I am gonna cry," Beauty smiled with tears in her eyes.

He still loved her! He started kissing her, stroking her body in his familiar way, and she melted. It didn't take long for the fire to return. He was surprised when she grabbed a pillow. "It's to scream into, baby. You know how much I enjoy making love to you and how loud I can get. We have children in the house and I don't want to wake them, so I'll be biting this pillow a lot tonight. I hope so, anyway." She didn't know how many times she bit down, but it was enough to put a hole in the pillow. She was glad pillows were pretty cheap, but if it cost her half her salary a week, it would be worth it.