Nook In Bedroom Novels & Stories

I said, as I led him to the bathroom that was attached to his bedroom. Once Noah was all ready for the night, I settled into his narrow single bed beside him and picked out a book from his collection. He nestled right next to me, resting his little head against my chest. I felt a tug of maternal love as I breathed in the dewy scent of him.

The view of the lit-up city was stunning in each direction. He reached for my hand. "Let me show you around." Silently, I agreed, following close behind as Nox took me from room to room. The first direction took us to a small hall with three doors. One led to a bathroom. The next led to a small bedroom with a queen-sized bed and other bedroom furniture. The last door opened to a larger bedroom, beautifully decorated in shades of brown and green. The four-poster bed was a California king that dominated the room. Directly across the room was a fireplace with a flat-screened television above. Near the windows showcasing more of the gorgeous city view sat a plush chair with a matching ottoman. C

“Let me know if you need anything.” My eyes swept around the spacious room. A king-sized bed laid in the middle of the room, right beneath the chandelier light ascending from the ceiling. I scoffed as my eyes landed on a picture frame of Noah hanging on the wall. “Can you remove that?” I turned to him briefly. There's no way in hell I'm sleeping with his picture in this room. It's already unbearable staying in the same space as him. “Oh, yeah… Sure.” He quickly removed the frame.

It was late that night when Knuckles knocked on Nessie’s door. She opened the door and let him in. As the door closed behind him, he looked around the room next to his own. She had a queen-sized bed on the far side of the double room. Where the second bed would have been was a small sitting area with a charcoal black sofa and wooden rocking chair. There was also a wooden and glass table that held a Guinness and a Stephen King book. On the opposite wall was a smart TV that had BBC morning news streaming. Under that was a short bookcase that was probably six feet long. All three shelves were packed with books of all kinds.

’ Ruth asks, and I look back at Ruth with a smile. ‘Yes, I’m here!’ I reply. ‘You were daydreaming about something,’ she observes. ‘Um, sorry. I was. I don’t mean to be rude,’ I apologise. ‘Don’t be silly. It’s fine. Now, here is the bedroom,’ she says, opening a door to a small room with a double bed, one set of bedside drawers, and a small wardrobe. A small window above the bed-head looks out to the biker’s club house next door.

I don’t want to ask, and I don’t, just smile and start unpacking my new clothes, hanging them up so neatly on the hangers. He stays while I do it, sits himself down on the bed, and places Ted on my pillow. “My bedroom is the one on the left,” he says. “Just next door.” “Just through the wall.” “Yes.” I smile at him. “That’s nice to know.” I place all my new underwear in the drawer and put my college books on the bookshelf, and the room is beginning to feel a little bit more like mine. I want to stay here all afternoon, forever, but Nick has other plans.

I snickered. Rayge: What a pussy! Noah: You said it. "Did you have dessert?" "No, I left right after the entree." "I have an idea." "Let's hear it." "I'll go to the kitchen and whip us up a dessert and meet you in my bedroom." "What's wrong with my bedroom?" "There's so much pink in your room that it looks like someone chewed a massive wad of bubble gum, blew it, and the bubble exploded on your walls."

The countertops were decent. The cabinetry looked modern. Everything appeared functional. But there was barely enough room to move comfortably between the counters and island. I imagined trying to cook while someone else occupied the same space. Impossible. At least without bumping into each other repeatedly. Nora watched me quietly. She was probably already reading my expression. Still, she continued professionally. "The bedrooms are down this hallway." I followed her. The master bedroom was neat and well-finished. The attached bathroom looked beautiful. But once again...

Hidden gears stir. A narrow section slides sideways. Beyond it lies another room. This one is smaller and softer. It feels like a nursery. Tiny wooden cribs stand beneath faded murals of forests and stars. Hand-sewn blankets remain folded with impossible care. Shelves hold carved animals, painted blocks, threadbare dolls, and mobiles shaped like birds frozen in eternal flight. The silence here is different. Nova stops in the doorway. She reaches toward a rocking horse with chipped blue paint but withdraws her hand before touching it.

The three of us head straight to the bedroom the moment we get home. I can’t wait for our house to be built because our sex dungeon is going to be fucking fun. For now we have Nico’s condo which somehow is working. It’s certainly not a permanent solution, but for now it doesn’t matter because my focus is entirely on the naked Butterfly in front me. Thankfully, Nico has a king size bed but in our new home we are going for a custom big bed that will be built into the wall.