Hugs Pillow Novels & Stories

"No! That's mine." His lips curl into a lop-sided smile, and the pillow disappeared from his hand. The memory of my childhood flashed in my mind when the mysterious man, Mr. Magician, also makes things vanish from his hand. I just smiled at the thought but it disappeared quickly when I remembered how much that pillow is. "That was one of the first pillows I bought! It's expensive!" I gasped but he just shrugged. "I'm the most expensive pillow right now,” he spoke blurry with him laying down, his face buried on my chest. He is so adorable. I hugged onto my most expensive pillow while I laugh and it hits like home.

The molding is having the same colors as the walls and Incorporate abstract pieces of art were on the wall to add an eclectic touch to the room. The bed is decorated with sparkly blue, black, and silver pillows that feature bright patterns and images. The pillows were made of soft velvet and classic silk. There are sculpted tree lamps and a small bench underneath the window to create a cozy sitting area. A mirror and a small clock were placed on the nightstands'. There is also a full length mirror beside the bed, a small fridge, and a little table. I rush to the bed jumping on it, happily, clutching the pillow to my chest.

I was hugging his pillow. I opened my eyes and looked at his pillow. I hugged the pillow considering him. His alluring sent was on his pillow also. I considered that pillow as him and started to talk to him. I was still sleepy . It took me always a complete one hour to be in my fresh state, sometimes even more. So, I closed my eyes and started to talk to his pillow considering it as him .

He asked. I hadn't because I had thought he must be joking. I mean, it couldn't be anything today? Or maybe it was... "What's so special today? Is it your birthday?" I asked. If it was, I'm sure I felt like the worse friend. I didn't even wish him. But then, I didn't even know. "Of course not, today was International Hug Day. A special day. I couldn't have not celebrated it, could I?" He asked still not letting me go.

I was hugging his pillow, I just realized a couple of days back that I slept better when I snuggled to his body and his pillow makes a very good replacement. Sometime during the night, I could feel Tyler took his pillow and pulled me to his chest instead. I relaxed instantly when his warmth surrounded me and his voice drifted in my ear when to whispered that he loves me. "I hope it's forever..."

Happily together. "Sorry, I promise I won't leave it anywhere anymore." I've heard that too much and it still happens until today so, meh. "It's trueee, I'm not gonna bring it out of this bed area!" She nods to herself as she lies down and hugs her maternity pillow. "Ahhhh soooo gooood." She closes her eyes and tightens the hug, enjoying the new position.

Instead, she goes to plop down on my couch and throws her arms around me. “Hidi, let go.” I squeak out as I find myself squashed up against her huge breasts. “No, I feel so sad suddenly.” Hidi comes and rubs her head on top of mine. It’s making my headdress shift out of place, and I’m instantly annoyed. “Hug a pillow, then.” I push at her arms, but she is vastly more muscular than me. I can’t get out. “Hush up.” Hidi continues to hold me close, and I feel myself give in.

Gift woke up earlier the next morning and snuggled closer to the pillow she was hugging, it felt so plush and comfortable like the teddy bear she used to hug to sleep when she was at the orphanage. It brought a smile to her face as she tried to go back to sleep. The feeling was too nice to ignore, until she wanted to stretch her leg and bumped into something. ‘Was my pillow always this big?’ she wondered to herself as she fluttered her eyes open slowly, adjusting to the brightness of the room but without letting go of her fluffy pillow until she realised that it wasn't what she thought.

I tighten my grip and it return the favor by hugging me back tightly also. As far as I know an inanimate object can not move at all unless you put force in it. Ah.. it move because I hug it so I applied force right? My teacher in science will be so proud of me. I burrow my face further into my pillow to catch more sleep. You know what's crazy? This pillow smells like Gideon. Did he hug my pillow when he went to my flat last time? He sure did because I can really smell his scent. I think he rolled on my bed because I can smell him everywhere. Can you imagine it?I knew it he is a weirdo.

I storm from the shelves before I get the urge to throw something at him and grab a throw pillow from the couch instead. It’s made from some sort of fur, like real fur; flat, smooth rawhide kind of fur and I grimace as I touch it. It’s awful and I am so anti real fur!