Monster Bed Book Novels & Stories

Big and bold. Kael scoots over, creating a small sliver of space for me, and I fold myself awkwardly onto his tiny bed. My body contorts, cramped into angles that feel more like origami than comfort. I open the book, and of course—it is about space, just like the rest of his room, where planets dangle from the ceiling and stars scatter across the wallpaper. At least it’s educational, though that’s little comfort. A groan slips out before I can stop it. Which fool bought this monstrosity? Then realization crashes down like a cruel punch. It was me. I cursed myself with this. Never again will I encourage bedtime reading.

“Now, I’m going to grab a nibble and I’m off to bed. Tomorrow’s another day.” Kendra curled up in Rex’s lap while the two lovers said good-night to their matriarch. As she relaxed her body, she felt the presence of muscles that she didn’t know existed. Her battle with Ordry as they struggled to tie him up had forced her to exert herself in a way that she was unaccustomed. “I’m sore,” she said as she rotated her shoulders. Rex nestled his lips to her ears and whispered in a sultry voice, “Let me rub them for you.”

“Mya pops her head down. That’s because the king sleeps beside her every night. You can sleep up here, Faith. There’s lots of room. I got books you can read.” “Hey you never told me you had books up there!” “You always fall asleep quick, didn’t think you needed a book.” “Oh, I guess you have a point.” Faith climbs to the top bunk, and I lie there staring at the board on the top bunk. “You’re not snoring yet? Do you want a book on witches?” “I don’t snore!” “Yes, you do.” Faith laughs. “Faith pops her head down and hands me the witch book, and I start reading.”

Meg-hen: You are not the only one with a priestly friend and no, boys do not take up even a quarter of our conversation. Me: whatever you say. Goodnight captain Meg-hen: This was the easiest way to make money. I smiled and placed my phone on the bedside drawer before snuggling deeper into my pillow. Falling asleep had become easier since I told Meghan about Freya and the night terrors have reduced considerably.

“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.

The walls were painted a soft, calming shade, decorated with framed drawings—crayon scribbles and finger paintings that had clearly been deemed worthy of display. The bed sat against one wall, low and sturdy, dressed in a Spider-Man bedspread. A matching pillow lay slightly askew, as if it had been tossed aside during an enthusiastic morning escape. “I sleep here,” Alex said proudly, patting the bed. “I ask mommy for Spider-Man bed spread. She said okay.” “I see,” I said, my throat tightening for reasons I didn’t immediately examine. “Looks comfortable.” He nodded solemnly. “Is very comfy.” He moved on quickly, tugging me toward a small bookshelf against the wall. It was filled with children

" ‘Yes’, said the big hairy fox. He did not want to share his food but-" I stop reading the picture book when I notice Marigold and Luca’s small arms that should be tapping the pictures excitedly aren’t moving. They were sleepy, perhaps jetlagged. Ah, to be young and allowed to rest. I press my lips against each of their foreheads and expertly lift my body from the small bed they are sharing. It was cramped with me there. "Are you okay?"

rescue Keith? 'Yeh... let's think about it. This is basically like one of those transmigration Web novels, as unbelievable as it is, I am definitely inside that strange book i read in mom's library.' "Hmmm... what if... this is some kind of rewrite," Mars was slowly trying to make sense of whatever was going on. This all felt like a dream, but that Mad Demon had almost choked the life out of him, and it had hurt as hell. It definitely was not a dream.

She took a big breath and stared at the ceiling. Shaking her head. She climbed out while turning off the shower. Wrapping the towel around her. Making her way, out of the bathroom. Putting on more comfortable and loose clothes she sat on the bed. Taking out one of her favorite books, ‘The Cabinet of Curiosities (Prendergast, #3) Lincoln Child, Douglas Preston. She was currently on page fifty. It was just past eight. Tiredness stared to overtake her. Leaning back into her pillows she started to doze off. Her eyes started to close, and she fell asleep with her book in her hand.

—Flashback— “Bronx, there’s a monster in my closet. Maybe it’s a witch.” I peek into his room. He’s reading a book. I bet it doesn’t have pictures. He says books with pictures are little kid books. I like books with pictures though. Maybe when I’m ten like him, I won’t like picture books anymore? That sounds boring. I’ll like picture books forever. “There’s no monster or witch in your closet.” He keeps reading. “It’s your imagination.”