Novel Couchtisch Novels & Stories

Just the living room was half big the apartment Cassie and her used to share, in the middle of it sat a grey upholstered sectional couch with low coffee tables and a globe on it, the off white rug on which it lay perfectly complemented the checkered floor that ran all across the room. The entire ensemble was directed towards a larger than average flat screen television connected with that seemed to be a home theatre system and some gaming console which she could only vaguely identify. On the wall next to the flat screen was a sense of match wooden shelves which contained an expanse of Dvds.

Morane opened the door and stepped aside to let them in. "Take a seat," she said, gesturing toward a large couch in her not so little living room. The couch was wide enough to comfortably seat three and Bryan, Aiden and Kira sat down with Kira in the middle. As Morane took a seat across from them on her one-seater couch. Morane leaned forward and picked up a thick, heavy book that was on a nearby table. The cover was dark, with some unusual designs etched into the leather. It was a very unusual book. The edges were worn, and the pages were slightly yellow.

To the far right of the room, away from the window, was a blue couch that was long enough to be slept on. There was a cabinet opposite it and it was filled with books and cutlery. And a kettle. "It looks amazing. And homey." She said the last part with a little laugh. "That means you're comfortable?" He asked, waiting for her to respond. "I will be once I'm on that couch." She joked. He laughed. "Then let me help you get on it." He said grandly, leading her to the couch. She sat in and from her body language, Prince Charlotte could tell she liked it. Of course she did. It was soft and comfortable.

To its right was a big map that covered the sections of a plan, with technical terms and diagrams; nothing made sense. There was a door adjacent to it but locked. A large table made of rich expensive sandalwood and a beautifully decorated computer chair of big worth stood before me. For a moment, I had plans to sit on and see how much it was worth but thought twice when he said, "You can have a seat. Master will be here in any minute" "The seat", he referred to had to be the delicate couch at the side. It was more than enough. I jumped onto it, and played it on like a trampoline for the next fifteen seconds, not realizing I had a man staring at me with his cute eyes.

She asked. I shook my head and licked my lips, breathless from the soul-draining kiss. “No.” Nova places a hand on my chest, pushing with the slightest bit of force until I fall onto a soft leather couch. Skimming my hand along the cool leather, brows knitting in confusion – since when did a wine cellar have a couch?

Scarring in my soul, something I didn't know would stay would me until my last breath. The lounge was a fair size. It accommodated a two seater,three seater and a one seater gold couch with brownoak, wooden trimmings.The walls were gloss white with a black tv stand on the far left. It held up a 50 inch samsung flat screen, the latest hifi set with surround sound speakers. This was new appliances bought by Mr Daniel on insistence of his wife. He loved her so much, he gave without much thought. In the centre of the room stood a black coffee table which now had some snacks and tea. The lounge had a large arch opposite to the front doorway which lead to a moderate sized, dinning room. The layout

I commented. "Thank you, I had my bestie to assist me." She chirped, the living room wasn't that big. She had only four cushions, all white and woolly. Sit on those and your butt gets lost in paradise, sleeping paradise. The four sofas formed into a half cut circle, surrounding the small lilac marble and glass table. On the table was a big white vase, one I think she made, with lavender flowers in it. A DSTV decoder remote lay on the table too, next to a white journal. The electronics were just a 32 inches Sony plasma, a DSTV and Strong decoders, a mini home theatre and stereo and something else I can't comprehend. All in white colour. Two tall plastic trees stood at each side of the set, th

Two plush couches, one a deep berry red and the other a soft sage green, sat facing each other, creating a snug conversation circle. A large window let in a flood of natural light, illuminating the room's eclectic decor. Colorful throw pillows, vintage posters, and quirky knick-knacks adorned the shelves and coffee table. A flat-screen TV hung on the wall, surrounded by framed photos of her and Rain In one corner, a tiny desk held a laptop, a stack of books, and a vase filled with fresh flowers. The air was sweet with the scent of blooming plants and sweet smelling air freshener.

A marble fireplace sits in front of the couch and the TV sits on the mantle. There's a recliner next to the couch that looks kinda worn, which means it's been here a while while the couch looks brand new. Behind the couch is a little wooden platform that's stained to match the floors with a loveseat sitting on it so it can still see the whole room when sitting behind everything. It gives more seating to the room since they must have people in here all the time. On the left of the risen couch is a door that Archie moves towards while Lila explains the paintings on the walls that she bought at an art auction a few years ago.

"Maybe there could be a plaque." "Good idea. I'll get right on it." I wiggled my toes. "You know, you could always just crash right here on the sofa. It's super comfy." The gaze Noah aimed at me was a mix of pity and patient disbelief. "Emma. This couch is the bomb for watching movies, hanging out, shooting the shit and enjoying a beer. But it's not a bed. And it sure as hell isn't a bed for a guy like me. I'd end up with a stiff back or cramped legs or broken shoulder when I landed on the floor halfway through the night."