Hugs Pillow Novels & Stories

Quinnel replied sarcastically and finally stepped into the room. He looked around and was amazed to see everything in here was for one person. There was a white couch in one corner that had 5 throw pillows of colors black and white on it filling the couch that there was no space to sit on except you took off a throw pillow. There was a mirror, very close to an entrance of what he presumed to be the bathroom, that was wiped clean that he could count how many holes was on his face without any difficulty. The bed was a giant king size one with about 5 pillows on each side of the bed that he wondered how people slept with 5 freaking pillows!

He had a large bag in his hands which he placed beside him and opened it. She peeked curiously as he took out an inflatable pillow and pumped it up, before placing it on the bed. It was a pregnancy pillow and she had never even thought about it. "You bought that for me?" She was once again emotional as she went over to hug it. "I realized you were becoming less comfortable sleeping." He held the pillow against her belly to test it. She liked sleeping on her stomach in the past but couldn't do that anymore because her bump was in the way.

ANIKA'S POV:- I lazily stretched my muscles and snuggled closer to the hard pillow I was hugging. I inhaled the sweet scent that was on that pillow. The scent was so delicious that it started tickling the insides of my stomach. It was really unusual as not even the aroma of my favorite food ever tickled the insides of my stomach. The pillow was hard but the fabric was so soft. I rubbed the tip of my nose with the pillow. Then I rubbed my right cheek with the pillow. It was so warm and smelled so good. I just could not help but snuggle even closer to the pillow and rub my cheek on it.

I had never felt so connected to anyone in my life. My God, I’m so happy, I thought, hugging myself tightly. So incredibly blessed to have him. I reached for the pillow he had slept on and pulled it close, burying my face in it. It still carried his scent—warm, masculine, with that faint trace of his cologne. I inhaled deeply, a shy, lovesick smile spreading across my face as I hugged the pillow tighter, replaying every touch, every kiss, every whispered word from the night before.

The question hung in the air between us, weighted with implications that neither of us wanted to voice. "We can put a pillow in between us," I offered, moving one of the throw pillows at the head of the bed to my side. The pillow was smaller than the others, covered in the same navy fabric as his towels, and it felt substantial enough to create a proper barrier. My fingers brushed against the soft cotton as I positioned it carefully down the center of the bed.

Just one… ~ -HER- I search for the pillow into which I snuggled last night. It smelled so nice and it was so comforting. Where’s it? With my eyes closed, I run my hands around on the bed. The bed seems so soft and it smells nice too. I have been sleeping on it for a week but I swear, I never slept so well in ages!

Maybe decorative pillows were a thing in the world of wealthy people. Hazel had already looked at all the throw pillows four times, so when we went back over, she loaded the ones she wanted in the cart. Two, four, six, eight, ten, twelve… Twelve throw pillows. Twelve fucking throw pillows. It was a one-bedroom house. Where did she think we were putting twelve throw pillows and seven actual pillows? “Can you grab me another cart?” She asked, snapping me out of my pillow-induced haze. “Sure,” I agreed, walking back to the front of the store reluctantly. We needed another cart… because ours was full of pillows.

That night, he kept steering in the bed like a kid, the distance between them was more than he liked. Instead of snuggling with him, she held on tight to the damn pillow like her life depended on it, and he desperately wanted to replace the pillow . He glared at the damn thing and wished it would just vanish then his little angel would have no choice but to run into his waiting arms. Adrian hated the fact that he had to fight for attention with a mare pillow and he wasn't going to let it win, he tugged the pillow away from her, and half expected her to wake up and ask for the annoying pillow but she didn't wake.

Even though it was the same color and the same oversized shirt, I just wanted to look clean somehow. Once I was satisfied, I went upstairs again for the breakfast prepared by Waldo. But I was greeted by a weird Waldo who was smelling the pillow I just used. He was hugging there while his body was wrapped in the blanket that I also used. He almost buried his face in the pillow as you smelled him over and over again. "What are you doing?" I wonder what the question is. Instead of letting the poor pillow go, he hugged it even more. "I like this pillow. Can I take it with me? I have my pillow in my car, let's exchange.”

He heard someone calling his name and making noise, but he thought it was a dream. Homer sighed and hugged his pillow tightly. But he realized something when he buried his face into the pillow; it felt strange. The pillow tickled Homer's face. Homer raises his hand and holds the pillow, but it feels weird; it feels like hair rather than his pillow. Before he finally opened his eyes wide, it wasn't a pillow; it was Jefferson. Jefferson was still asleep; who knows since when he fell asleep in Homer's arms. Homer groans as he glances at the door; it's Hugo, he banged on Homer's room, and he's not dreaming.