Light For Book Reading In Bed Novels & Stories

Eventually, however, I picked myself up, put the papers back in the envelope and took it with me, putting it in one of the suitcases that I then brought to the house. The house and property were really beautiful. Behind the house there was a forest, on the left side there was a lake. House itself was white, with red tiled roofs and two chimneys, one larger and one smaller. The main wing was slightly bigger than the second side wing, and from it was coming out an even smaller side wing, which mainly housed a kitchen and a pantry, which had the stove from which the smaller chimney opened up. Another part of the side wing was occupied by a small dining room, and then the corridor led to the mai

But Lara did… and it hurt her more than what he did to her three years back. Since she was left alone by Christophe and Francine, she went off to explore after dinner, wandering through beautifully furnished and decorated reception rooms that were lifeless. Lara was delighted to come upon a library and, locating the English section, selected ‘Jane Eyre’, her favorite. She hadn’t read it for several years. But Charlotte Brontë failed her for the very first time. Lara found it impossible to concentrate. Standing up again, she cast the book aside and stepped through the curtains to open the French windows that featured in virtually every room. She walked along the terrace. As Lara passed by ope

[Spectacle.] My father's room was bathed in a soft, magenta hue. The source of the light was his nightside lamp which he apparently had changed the bulb to some kind of LED smart bulb. Admittedly, it gave the room an extremely sexy vibe. Walking slowly to his bed, I stood next to it staring at him. His eyes were taking me in, looking over my body with a roused look on his face. I climbed up onto his bed and sat down beside him. For a minute, we were both quiet, eyes locked on each other.

The room was dark for him to sleep while she read her favorite romance novel under the phone light. He sighed. This was not the first time he observed her getting desperate to know what was going on on the next page of her book. He switched on the lamp, and she tucked her brown with a confused frown. He didn’t bother to explain the reason he switched on the light when both of them were not sleepy and wanted to feel the cozy bed with the leftover work.

Thankfully Quinn had exhausted all his energy today and he is not waking up until four in the next morning. The huge grey curtains that usually rolled on the side of their bed's headboard; in order to let the warm sunlight pierce through their glass windows were shut close. Their bed is made with white sheets and scarlet rose petals were scattered on top of it. The whole room had a bluish-violet mood lighting tinge. As soon as Liz entered the room she see Cole, wearing a black silk robe as he sat on the edge of their bed with his left leg arched and the other straightens as he studiously flips the pages of the book he was reading. He even steadies his glasses in place.

She always had reading to do to prepare for one interview or another. He opened the door to their bedroom and frowned for a moment, puzzled. The king-sized bed with its cream silk duvet and dark blue accent pillows was undisturbed. The bedside lamp had been switched on, washing part of the room in pale light and casting shadows on the opposite wall. Luke looked toward the bathroom and saw that the door was open, the light off. Where in the…

“Alone at night? Reading a book upon your bed? Dare not and run for your life for if you don’t believe they will come at the stroke of midnight creeping their way unto you. Don’t dare to look under your bed, for they will come at the top of your head.” The words that form of like prose, yet somehow more than a lyric, a warning, but perhaps a poem that she needed to answer. With her eyes, that is as jet black as the darkest corner of the night, hair that’s silky soft, long, but with the silvery marks in return. She wonders while intently looking at the book within her hands, as her only source of light is the bright full moon above, where she also wonders and asks. “Brightens the night, yet h

Thorne's POV He left the light on. He never does that. The prey dorms are dim by default—soft, low lights that don’t burn the eyes, all part of the "comfort design." But his lamp is on. Still on. Casting a thin, syrupy gold glow over his desk, the floor, the foot of his bed. I don’t know if it’s a mistake. Or if he’s scared. Or if, somehow, somewhere deep down, he wanted me to see him like this.

I feel around my bed to look for my phone so I can use the flash. After finding my phone and turning on the flash light , I see my bed slightly disheveled but not slept in. I realize that my night light had not been turned on , and my college books still lay open on my desk. My laptop is closed , but by the light that peeks from the on switch I know that it was never turned off. I place my thumb at the side of my head while rubbing my forehead with the rest of the four fingers. I think hard , thinking back to when I decided to nap. I recall never wanting to nap , or deciding to.

Her eyes fell to the four-poster bed draped in ivory lace, its pillows arranged just so—one slightly flattened where a reader might rest their head. Marta noticed her stare. "We leave space for your book, Madame. Monsieur said you’d read until dawn." Near the window, an arched leaded frame captured the sea in liquid silver, with a velvet chaise piled with Selene’s signature blush-pink cushions. "For morning tea," Lin noted, "Monsieur had the glass tinted so the light wouldn’t hurt your eyes." Then Amara saw it—the bookshelf tucked beside the wardrobe, empty but with shelves spaced precisely for octavo editions. Her fingers trembled as she traced the wood grain. He knows I’m a librarian.