Naruto Bed Sheets Novels & Stories

“Sorry. I’m just so glad to see you.” “Yeah, I can tell,” Nathan says with a wince, rubbing his shoulder. “What are you doing here? How did you even get here? Your base is all the way over there.” “I used the Cloak of Invisibility. Not Harry’s but Naruto’s.” Kate does a double take. “You watch Naruto, too?” “Duh. And…” Nathan digs into one of the cargo pockets of his lower fatigues. “Ta-da!” he says, revealing two arm bands, both of them red. Kate’s eyes bulge.

The heavy curtains were still drawn on both sides, allowing soft orange light to filter through the gaps, creating a cozy and romantic atmosphere. On the bed lay a black sheet with gold threads woven into it, and Natash lay on her side atop it, wearing a thin, deep red silk nightgown that exuded an extreme sensuality. The nightgown had delicate straps, a deep V-neckline with intricate lace trim, revealing captivating curves without being overly revealing. Her hair was long, styled into loose waves cascading to one side, and the thick strands perfectly covered her chest, adding to her allure. Her waist was slender and graceful, the hem of the silk nightgown snugly covering her hips, leaving a

*** Lucas's bedchamber, Nether Moon Pack Palace *** Illuminated dimly by the candles, Lucas's room gives off a relaxing aura. Lucas can be seen laying on his canopy-bed with the curtains partially opened. The bed curtains are red in color as are the pillow and the blanket, though the sheets are white. Rolling around on the bed, he clearly seems restless. What could be wrong with him?..... Lucas's POV~ Rolling around and burying my face in a pillow, I was hella frustrated. Why wouldn't sleep come?

I pushed past him, walking towards the bed and I saw the disappointment in his eyes. I'm sorry. When Josh entered the bathroom, I stripped the bed of pink roses bed sheets. It feels weird because they’ve been on this bed for too long. Maybe it’s time to throw them out. He couldn’t lay with me in these sheets, it was Jeonghan’s favorite. I stopped by the linen closet, rifled through the stack, Mom has organized by bed size. I grabbed plain beige new sheets. Quickly, I worked to put on the fitted sheet, then the flat sheet, throwing the comforter on top.

“And I’ll have something delivered to your room.” ** My room was grand. The bed was gigantic, bigger than anything I had ever seen in my life. It was made in a sky-blue frame, with a bundle of different colored pillows placed strategically on top of it. But the best thing of all was the thin sheets, so you wouldn’t be suffocated by the heat as easily. It had beautiful pillars in the same blue color, which had intricate patterns leading up to the sky of the bed. The canopy was filled with depictions of the sun, of grass and flowers, and everything else you could associate with summer. The bed was placed in the middle of the room, up against the left wall.

Even at the time he had neither liked the sheets (he hated the feel of that slippery stuff against his skin) nor what she had consequently initiated between them. After the next row with her he had made a point of ripping those sheets off his bedding and replacing them with the navy and white striped cotton covers his Mom had given them. Well, from the way it looked, Liz was back to using the red sheets now that he was gone. The sheets were crumpled, half fallen off the bed – not just on what he knew was Liz’s side. He would have attributed this bedding mess to Liz’s annoying habit of hogging the bed and all the sheets and comforters she could get her hands on, but taking into account the ov

The air was cool and smelled of home—of expensive candles and the faint, lingering scent of Ronan. I was lying on a bed. Not just any bed, but his bed. The sheets were silk, a deep charcoal color that felt like a cool lake against my skin. I sat up slowly, my head spinning for a moment before the room stabilized. It was his bedroom, the inner sanctum I have never dared to venture into. Large windows overlooked the outside grounds, the moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains. The sound of running water echoed from the adjacent bathroom and quickly snagged my attention. My brows furrowed. What was he doing in there?

Because Jameson does this to me, no matter where we are or what we’re doing. He steals behind me after pouring flutes and setting them on a nightstand. I remain entranced by the lovely setting and, mostly, by the bed. It’s a king, with an ecru-and-gold scrolled pattern on the thick, satin comforter. The golden-wheat sateen sheets with stripes look fantastically soft and silky, and are no doubt some insanely high thread count that I could never afford. Or rather, that’d I’d never spring for, because they’re sheets. And yet… They’re really not just sheets. They are a divine accessory to turn this bed into a cloud on Earth.

The sheets are pale blue silk, still scented with her perfume. “Strip.”

With all his hair sticking on his forehead and neck, he looked beyond handsome, he looked like a God. She looked around the room they were in. It was his bedroom. And it was like a room she had seen in the magazines. Large pallets of raindrops fell over the frosted glasses as the teal curtain hung there, tied with golden tassels. The large bed in the center was finely crafted oak on which Turkish blue silk sheets were spread. The two wall lamps on each side had a soft dim glow. A large armoire covered one wall and a vanity right next to it with a thick oval wooden frame. The carpets were a combination of teal and white. It was plush and serene and… inviting.