L Shaped Platform Beds Novels & Stories

The bed was enormous—low platform, no visible headboard, just a thick mattress wrapped in crisp white cotton percale sheets and a charcoal-gray cashmere duvet folded once at the foot. A single matte-black nightstand floated on each side: one held a wireless charging pad and a glass of water with a thin slice of lemon already floating in it; the other had a tiny matte-black vase with three perfect white orchids, petals so flawless they looked fake. The floor was wide-plank matte black oak—smooth, warm under my bare feet, heated from underneath. The walls were charcoal microcement with faint metallic veining that shimmered when the light hit them. One accent wall was a single slab of backlit o

Now it's making me think about what they want with a poor girl like me from Massachusetts. The bed is enormous, with the most beautiful mahogany oak frame and a tall, elegant headboard. I've never had a headboard before never even had a bed this big. On either side are matching nightstands, each with a large lamp perched on top. The walls are freshly painted in a soft, creamy seashell white.

It was confirmed with the opening of the doors. The king-size bed in the middle of the room was neatly made, with carefully organized pillows at the top. The royal blue carpet contrasted with the black bed sheet, but somehow, they looked perfectly matched. A royal blue two-person couch with a pinstripe pattern was at the end of the bed. That must have been the folding sofa Zeus referred to earlier.

It was an open floor plan dark wood laced the floor, the walls were almost a grey shade, a little latter led up to a bed up top on another floor. The bed had a tall frame with intricate design's in a mat black looking color almost like a burnt trees that fanned out at the top like twigs. The bedding was black, grey, and green with a little side table next to it. Looking back down to the area around me I see bookshelves lining one wall, empty for the moment, a desk placed in between two windows with some notebooks on it. A little seat built into the window on the left under the overhang away from the bookshelves.

He raised an eyebrow, "Well then of course you live in this sort of shack, that's barely an income." She felt attacked by that comment, and although shaky, said, "We don't mind living here." "Of course you don't mind," he shook his head and rolled his eyes, "it's the cheapest place you can live in. Anyways, where is he?" She pointed towards the couch, and when Draven made his way around, he chuckled, "He's a slob." Eric was a weird sleeper, his body always finding a distorted position and this time, since he was drunk, he was drooling and disturbingly moving in his dream, aggressively.

Liam frowned and looked around, and then grabbed the screwdriver and started to join two pieces while I stood next to him and followed his every move. The night had fallen, and we had stayed in the room to assemble the bed all afternoon; at that moment, we were almost finished. Liam had chosen a huge double bed with a headboard and upholstered upholstery. He had already managed to mount the lining and the headboard, as well as the internal drawers, and at that moment, he was trying to mount the net that would then join the rest, and that could be raised and lowered to have access to the dresser that was hidden under it.

Zyka groans. “No Zac ... we are not naming her that ... and that bed is...”. I look at he big purple trimmed horror. “… A bit much maybe”. “This then, look this one is pretty ... and more classic looking. It comes in different colors”. He walks over to a combined bed and changing table.. it is a bit kitschy but much less than the other one. I walk over to examine it. It is sturdy and well made. “Well this could be a possibility”. “Yes ?! I like this”. He starts examining the changing area. “What is this part for ?”

There’s a heartbeat to it, quiet but real, and it pulses stronger when she walks through the threshold. Inside, the rooms are empty but brimming with potential. Loria lifts her hands again, slower this time, her magic moving with deliberate grace. In one room, four bunk beds rise from the floor like saplings pushing up through the forest floor. But they’re not ordinary beds. The frames are sturdy, but natural, like shaped driftwood. The mattresses are woven grass, thick and springy, topped with layers of velvety moss. I step closer, brushing my hand across one. It’s soft—surprisingly so—and smells like sun-warmed clover.

There were two reading lamps attached to the headboards and there were two identical wardrobes placed opposite the beds. The fourth room had to be the largest room so far. It had only one bed but it was larger compared to the other rooms. Probably for couples, thought Flora. The bed had a soft blanket that had a few patterns of leaves that were mostly embroidered around the edges. There was also the circular table with two squat chairs. There was just one large wardrobe and the bathroom had enough space for a shower and a bath tub.

CAST - Linc had spent the better part of the day piecing together a portable setup for Lila’s college courses, something that could let her work comfortably in the bedroom while on bed rest. The desk was compact and sleek, easily adjustable to fit wherever she wanted to settle. He’d even added cute little details. A flexible lamp, a corkboard for pinning notes, and a set of shelves with her favorite books and notebooks neatly arranged within arm's reach of the bed.