Novel Couchtisch Novels & Stories

I scrolled faster, eyes widening and gasps growing on every result. The funny-shaped burgundy couch was a Love couch designed for… positions, multiple angles and support for bodies in ways normal furniture never allowed. I clicked one link, images of couples using it. The curves suddenly made perfect, mortifying sense. Molly was a playroom. I kept scrolling, reading descriptions and looking at diagrams until my eyes grew heavy. Sleep pulled me under on the couch, phone still glowing in my hand. The last thing I saw before my lids closed was an image of a collar exactly like the one in the cabinet.

Leather couches took up most of the room, along with floor-to-ceiling book shelves packed with various books. Nox headed over to a bar built into the wall and inclined his head our way. “You guys want anything?” Knight sauntered over to one of the sofas and plopped down. He folded his arms behind his head, the picture of relaxation. “I’ll take the Woodford Reserve. Does that come with silver shavings or just old-fashioned arsenic?” he quipped with a grin.

A set of rustic canisters set out before me, old style with some fruit on them like you’d see in some Nonna's house. I found myself putting them in the cart and then I pictured his den the only place in the house with a little character, the table with that god-awful gold ashtray in the middle. It stuck out like a sore thumb. I went off and found one that was much more to his taste, a redwood box with a silver inside, tame but mature. The couch too it was bare, with no pillows, it had looked so uncomfortable. I went back to the dreaded pillow aisle and grabbed two black velvet pillows to place in the room. Luca must have realized what I was doing because he had a funny smirk on his face.

The couches had been labeled as a little above two hundred thousand dollars, and Ruby was just marveled. The floorboard on the floor looked like a teak wood, which she had also seen somewhere in the magazine. The curtains looked like they had been handmade and shipped from some Turkish village. They looked a hundred percent cotton, or maybe that was just what they wanted an amateur like her to think. Either way, it was expensive. She looked at the smll round table made with glass placed at the center of the living room was also so beautiful, matching the gold in the couches and curtain.

He says as he ushers us into their living room. It was just as nice as the front of their house. There was a cream-colored couch with gold pillows and a brown throw blanket sitting on it that sat against the back wall. A recliner that sat in the corner to the left of the couch. There was a gold coffee table with a glass top that sat in the middle of the floor and a large black tv that was mounted on the wall.

I woke up, feeling all refreshed. It's been a long time, ok, I've never slept in a bed as comfortable as this one ever in my life, I mean, it's so comfy. Ok, so let's go back to when we arrived here yesterday. Well, not much happened actually as it was a little bit dark but still, Gaia still tried to take some selfies with every couch in the living room. There are actually three sets of couch in that living room and each, having it's own unique style and and decorations.

Still, it’s bright enough from the lighting. Three light-green fabric couches sit in the center, surrounding a large coffee table. A massive mark runs through its middle, like a sword sliced it in half and someone poorly glued it back together. Caleb looks completely at home as he drops his many weapons onto one of the sofas, clearly claiming it as his own. Instead of watching him disarm piece by piece, I head through a door at the back that leads into a small kitchen. It’s cramped, with dark-wood cabinets and an old yellowing fridge. A microwave is shoved into the corner, looking at least ten years old.