Lady Bedspacer Novels & Stories

The room was extremely big double the size of my small house, was beautifully decorated with Orchid or tuberose to create a lovey-dovey ambience. Their is a rose pathway to the bed with different colours of tea candle lightning was placed on both the sides of the rose pathway. The sweet aroma of Lavender and Jasmine has a soothing and calming effect. Futher moving there is king size bed with white bedsheet and on that a big two joint-heart was made with the red roses,the joint-heart was bordered with the yellow petals giving a look of Dreamcatcher.

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.

Every time I slept with Jennifer Brooks, I noticed that she had changed the sheets. After we finished one night, I finally asked her about it. Jennifer traced her fingers across my chest and gave me a gentle smile. "Obviously, it's because your good friend sweats so much. Every time, right before you and I do it, he gets jealous and insists on going first. I never knew a man could sweat that much during sex until I met him." My mind went blank. I stared at her in disbelief. "What did you just say?" She met my gaze, her lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Connor, your father was tortured to death in bed by the women your mother hired, not by me. So every time you lie th

The whole room was illuminated with little lights all over the ceiling, long mint light bulbs at every edge of the room. A bed she had too say was bigger than her formal one, which was already laid in cotton-peach bedspread, a fluffy duvet and big-sized panda spreading its arms. Gabriella watched as Addison bounced on the bed, she moved to the reading table beside it was a white shelf filled with different architectural designs and Wales Vaanders magazine's “I love it. Thank you, big brother.” Gabriel was lost in her breathtaking smile. “Uhm, sure. I’ll see you later.”

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.

She headed inside after one last glance up the stairs and closed the door behind her. "I could so get sick of the sight of wood." Her wolf growled her agreement as they looked around the spartan interior. The room felt small even though it was quite a decent size. There were no adornments on the walls, just relentless dark wood panels. The floor had the same panels, and the wardrobe and chest of drawers appeared to be built from the same material. The only relief from the starkness was the large king-sized bed with its crisp white bedding. Dropping her pack, Lily headed over to the door closest to the bed and peeked inside. The bathroom was modern, starkly white and completely depressing. Sh

Eve said, her voice dropping into a softer, rhythmic cadence as she grabbed two large, firm feather bolsters from the head of the bed. She placed the bolsters down the exact mathematical center of the mattress, dividing the massive bed into two distinct, equal halves. "This is the median boundary line," Eve explained, turning back to face him, her posture straight, her dark eyes meeting his without a single trace of hesitation. "You have thirty-six inches of lateral space. I have thirty-six inches of lateral space. The structural support of the mattress will ensure proper spinal alignment and optimal muscle recovery for your back." Terry stood in the doorway, staring at the line of white pil

That was Elara’s perfume. Why does it smell like Elara in here? She shook her head. Stop it. You're being paranoid. Lysander said jealousy is ugly. Elara probably just dropped off some files. She walked to the massive king-sized bed. The sheets were rumpled, messy. She began to strip the bed. She pulled off the duvet. She pulled off the silk pillowcases. Something glittered against the dark mattress cover. Vespera stopped. She reached out. Her fingers brushed against cold metal.

At the top of the stairs was a brightly lit landing with two doors. Lorenzo opened the second one and switched on the light. The off-white room was spacious and airy, with a king-size bed against the far wall and a large window to one side. The linen was off-white, too, but the bed is scattered with cushions that match the colors in the dramatic seascape that hangs above the bed. Lorenzo waves her inside and places her bags on a colorful embroidered bench. As she approached the bed, she stared at her reflection in the dark window. Lorenzo moved to stand behind her.

She had spent more on knickers this year alone than she had spent in her whole life. She walked out of the dressing room to look around her bedroom with a critical eye. The huge oak wood pedestal bed stood in the centre as the focal point with its canopy and lacy curtains. It looked like a real Princess’ bed; nothing she would have chosen for herself because she was no princess. Matching oak bedside tables, comfortable fluffy rugs everywhere, a chaise lounge on the other end with an oak coffee table in front of it. The quality was obvious, and just this room alone cost more than she would ever be comfortable spending on anything. It was not her.