Romans & histoires Marble Pillow

Marlon wanted to look in the past duke’s rooms. He walked down the narrow hall that led to the bedrooms; he skipped over Frederick’s room and went to the room directly after his. A large rustic bedroom with a large maroon carpet on top of a deep meadow wood floor. The bed was neatly made with a maroon comforter and maroon silk pillowcases. The pillowcase had small golden swirls that matched the golden swirls around the rug.

Waverly looked at Boris in surprise and said in a low voice, "Don't be fooled by him. That man is unfathomable. Only he knows his true thoughts. His feelings towards me aren't what you imagine them to be." Boris did not make any other comments. They were brought in. The interior of the villa was more magnificent than she had ever imagined. The materials used for decoration were hand-picked and they didn't seem like ordinary marble. There was a platform above the hall. On the platform, there was a furniture set that was made of calacatta marble. It looked noble and luxurious, yet modest, strongly accentuating the owner's position in society. Joseph was sitting on the calacatta bench with a se

I don’t need so much space, but God, it’s incredible. Unlike the gloom in the rest of the mansion, there is light here. The room has white walls and is impeccably appointed. The floors are made of Italian marble, a stone fireplace occupies the far wall, and there’s a sitting area with two small, padded loungers. Also, the curtains aren’t gray, but baby blue! The queen-sized bed is covered by a spread cheerfully patterned with yellow flowers, and the pillows look fluffy. I’m in love! It’s as if they knew my favorite colors. But the thing that startles me most is the MacBook glowing on the desk. I wonder if I’m allowed to use it.

Nice to know all the guys from here are jackasses. I took a deep breath, straightened up my coat and walked straight through the large revolving doors. I was greeted by an opulent and luxurious lobby, with Marquina Marble flooring that contrasted the vibrant lime, orange and dark fuchsia accent chairs and couches with large abstract art hanging on its walls and white orchids in vases on top of high gloss silver and brass cement side tables.

“I think… I would like… a… I mean… all I have ever had was a hard cot and a thin blanket. I think… I would like… a pillow… I mean… a good pillow…” Brian only looked at me silently, I hope I didn’t hurt his feelings. Turning my head away in shame I started kicking myself for even speaking. Eventually he sighed. “Okay, Mariah, lets deck out his room. Guy wants a good pillow, let's get him a great bed!” I felt his arm on my shoulder as he started to lead me deeper into the store. “Let’s introduce you to Egyptian Cotton!” “Hey! Wait for me!” Mariah laughed. “You need to get the right thread count!”

Growling, Spitfire drew back to try again. "This is fun." Guru laughed, getting more aggressive and pushing Spitfire down so he couldn't bite him again. "Want to take it up there?" He tilted his head towards the bed that took over the top to new heights. Made of purple, black, and gray marble with an intricate headboard and posts, the damn thing was floating or being held up somehow. Getting on it would be an easy jump for a tom but there appeared to be a ladder for the less leaping inclined.

Maybe she wore coresets. The fabric of the pillow, a jacquard fabric is adorned with golden frills, matching the golden bolts holding up the same fabric on the chaise lounge chair, although the green is more worn in certain areas. The wood is unsurprisingly a red hue with a shiny lacquer. The same wood makes up the queen sized four post bed at the other end of the room. It's up against the wall, so that means someone was sleeping alone or they were very close with the other person in the bed. Intimate even since one would have to crawl over the other to get out of the bed. The white sheets look a bit musty and the heavy luxurious wine red comforter and pillow covers look like they haven't be

I stuttered angrily, "without the muck in it!" "Oh really? What about all the cotton that gets in your hair because of that stupid pillow you refuse to throw out?" Offended, I placed a hand over my heart, "that pillow have been with me for years! I cannot abandon it or its pillow titti!" Liza rolled her eyes, "you are so dramatic. No one plays with their pillow tits you weirdo!" "I do!" "Of course you do, you're weird. No one even calls it pillow titties."

he said with a smile so I stopped and looked at him. Why is he so happy? My gift to him is so simple, right? I asked in my mind. You might be wondering why I bought a pillow as a gift for him? Don't you know that Zik can't live if he doesn't have a pillow to hug every time he sleeps? Yes, he's weird... i know. ***FLASHBACK*** While Kendall and I were walking and looking for a gift I would buy for that man, my eyes caught a funny pillow. Yes, it's funny, because it's a Heart shape, but it seems strange because it has an angry emoji, but it's cute, somehow.

The one she had sampled months ago and couldn't stop thinking about. And in the center of the room, taking up most of the floor space, was a pregnancy pillow. Not the small curved ones. This was enormous—a cloud of soft fabric and memory foam, shaped like a curled body. Evelyn's mouth fell open. Leo wiped sweat from his forehead. “Lady boss, this is apparently a pregnancy pillow.” He lowered his voice. “A very expensive one.” Roman shot him a look. Leo cleared his throat. “I mean—a completely normal pillow.”