Lady Bedspacer Novels & Stories

It is weird to think that she now has seven grown women to call sisters. Stepping further in, Luna saw it was big. The size of their two-story home! It was also bare. No furniture except for the massive round bed at the center. Hanging on top of it attached at the ceiling above is a canopy. A transparent clothe that covered the bed like an inverted cone net. Luna felt silly and out of place on her PJs, pink Patrick robe and Spongebob slippers. She approached the bed feeling tired all at once that she fell on it and was instantly asleep.

I don't look forward to that. I find it in Linc's bedroom, under my discarded dress from last night. Standing in the room with a clear mind makes me realise I didn't have the time to appreciate the luxury of his master bedroom. It is quite simple but in the way that clearly shows that money went into its planning. The interior decor goes from gray to white and then black accents. High ceilings give it an airy feel. Makes it appear big. And his bed. That bed. I look at the scattered pillows, the rough beddings and flashbacks of us from last night floods my mind, making me blush. I don't recognise that wild girl but I love and appreciate her.

"Oh, that's so thoughtful of you. Can I see them?" "They are in the living room." Brandon gestured. I found the clothes on the living room couch. He ordered everything - Pajama set, nightie, shirt, dress, shocks, jeans, t-shirt, skirt, panty, bra. And all of them were decent and comfortable. "Why have you ordered so many things?" I said. "I wasn’t sure what type of clothes you usually wear. I tried ordering the most comfortable fabric for clothes." He responded. Normally I used to nightie or pajama while sleeping, but here I took a dress with inner wears.

] [mmhmm ] Getting up she looked around The room was furnished to match the modern designs Was painted in grey colour [ kinda the Alpha's thing huh] The bed was a large and soft one, enough to contain up to 8 people [ more like 10 and more hehe,what am I even thinking ?] Walking towards the mirror with a handle , pulling It without my hands effort it opened to reveal clothes , bags and shoes [ is there any other definition of luxury?] Lara eyes widened seeing all these ,

He stepped forward, trailing behind Zayn as they passed through the lounge area into another space. The bedroom was as impressive as the lounge — wide and open, with a king-sized bed positioned in the center. The bedding was dark, almost black, with faint silver embroidery at the edges. The wall behind the bed was padded with soft panels that gave the room a modern yet warm atmosphere. On the right side, a tall wardrobe stretched from floor to ceiling. On the left, a sliding glass door opened onto what looked like a balcony. Zayn stopped near the bed and turned to face Lucien.

Ooh, one of those zero-gravity beds would be cool. The spare bed at Parker’s place was pretty good and Talia was pretty sure she was the only one to have ever slept on it, but this one had a zero-gravity setting. That would be amazing to sleep on. It came with not only a mattress protector and heating pad but not one but two bamboo pillows. It was an absolute bargain.

ZAYN Even as the bedside lamp was on, the room was still dark and I loved it. I was beginning to love Meghan Summers room more than I did mine. ‘You wanted to talk’. She said from her position by the window. I turned to face her, she had her hands across her chest.

To see just what kind of books Spencer enjoyed reading. I didn’t though. I stayed where I was taking in everything. On the other side of the room was a heavy-looking desk in a dark cherry wood finish. A black leather computer chair sat behind it and there was a small lamp off to the side. In the middle of the desk was a slim silver laptop that was closed. To the back of the space was the bedroom. The king-sized four-poster bed was covered in luxurious dark blue silk sheets, and there were two matching nightstands on either side. I could see a door on the far wall that must lead to a bathroom.

Dozens of them—each one unique, from vintage classics to modern F1 models, all placed like treasures from a forgotten boyhood. In the center of the room sat a grand king-size bed—massive, layered in white and gray silk sheets, with a duvet soft as clouds and pillows stacked like a fortress. At the foot of the bed was a woven bench, and beside it… a small set of folded matching pajamas. One in midnight blue for him, the other in soft peach satin for her. She blinked at the sight of it.

There were two thick taupe rugs on either side of the bed, and a glass vase crammed with creamy pink-edged tulips on a dresser. The bedspread was slightly darker than the walls, closer to sandalwood, and the bed was heaped with silk-covered cushions in the pale bluish green of beryl, and lavender. The en-suite bathroom was a highly polished affair of marble, glass and chrome. There was an inter-leading door to another bedroom. She looked through it to see Nicky’s things in place.