Novel Couchtisch Novels & Stories

"Don’t tell me it was the couch. Not again." Jace stays silent, giving me my answer. "Do you have a couch kink?!" I blurt out in shock. Jace grins, taking a sharp right turn. "It’s convenient. A couch is always there, saves the hassle of walking somewhere. Plus, they usually leave after. Once they get comfortable in bed, it’s harder to get them out," Jace explains thoroughly. "Who knew you were such a hopeless romantic?" I joke with a small grin. I wonder how many women have been on his couch.

She lowered her eyes and reluctantly smiled back at him. Until Hansen led her out of the electric car, she still had a surreal feeling. If it wasn't because of Hansen, she would have made a spectacle of herself. She probably wouldn't have been able to find the place as she was so distracted. In the living room of the Ink Garden, both the buildings and furniture were antique and in a retro style. The couch was luxurious yet practical. The middle of the couch consisted of several long cubes assembled together, with an openwork pattern etched into the back of the couch. The backrest of the couch was inlaid with gold and was in a mahogany wood color, which made it look noble and calming. The two

A floating shelf beneath it holds exactly one book, a remote, and what I think is a small sculpture made of obsidian. The couch is a giant L-shape in matte charcoal leather, low to the ground and way too masculine for throw pillows. Of course there are no pillows. Or blankets. Or warmth. It’s kind of couch you sit on only after being invited, and even then, you sit up straight. The coffee table is a black slab of stone, no coasters, no magazines, no half-finished cups of coffee. There’s a fireplace, but it’s more like a design element than a source of comfort. Gas, of course, with sharp glass stones instead of logs. And even the air smells clean. Like cedarwood and expensive control issues.

Amanda looked around the cottage. It was devoid of any human presence but it was not, in any way, empty. In the middle of the living room is a low center table made of Maplewood, surrounded by 3 3-seater upholstered couches. Piles of what seemed like glossy paper-bound tomes were on top and at the bottom of the center table. As she saw earlier, the windows were closed but the curtains were drawn to the side to give a view of the garden outside.

Then, suddenly, the backrest of the sofa began to lift. Everyone present was visibly confused. "What the… are we watching a furniture demo now?" "This sofa has that feature? Sure, it's handy for storing blankets, but what's the point of showing this now?" "Wait… that opening angle doesn't look like normal storage space." For the first time, a flicker of panic crossed Justin's face. Victoria's complexion turned deathly pale. But I gave them no chance to react. The video continued. In the dim light, a shadowy figure crawled out from inside the sofa. It was too dark to make out clearly, but the figure was unmistakably male.

The grey couch matched with the living room, giving it this cozy feeling. I bet sitting on that couch would feel like heaven. The room had such a beautiful beautiful decor, bright spotlights, a cute white centre table placed on top of a warm looking carpet that I just KNEW was expensive and an over the top artificial fire place. I noticed the backyard and saw a white rectangular table with white chairs placed around it. The view itself was amazing. I wonder how it will look like at night. I looked at the far end of the room and noticed the kitchen and the grey island.

Say something not embarrassing. “So,” I said suddenly, “this couch is…historical.” He looked at it. “It is?” “Yes. Very old. Probably witnessed events.” Austin smiled. “You’re nervous and i would sleep on the coach if that's what you mean .” “I’m not nervous and no it's fine, you can have the bed and just relax your beautiful face I mean your face” I screamed “let's talk about history” “You’re talking about furniture history.” “I like history.”

What if he saw all of it side by side, and the only thing missing was a DNA test and dramatic music? The lounge sat at the far left end, framed by waist-high glass and low shelves full of property magazines no normal human being would ever touch. Cream sofa. Two charcoal armchairs. One oval coffee table. Big windows overlooking Portland, which today looked like a city built out of spreadsheets and depressed weather. Issa climbed onto the sofa immediately, standing on the cushion like she was inspecting family assets. Max was already on his knees on the rug, peering under the table, probably searching for the snacks the universe had abstractly promised him.

I had to shake my head and push up off the couch before I embarrassed myself even more. Toya stood with a groan. “Is there anything else coming today?” We both looked around the room and stared at the new couch and love seat. Both we a soft grey that was over plush. I knew as soon as I saw them with Sterling, I needed them. I shook my head. “The chair was on back order.” I smiled when I thought of my reading chair. It was a double wide seat with a soft plush cover. That one really made Nix want to purr.

On a ninety-degree angle from it, there was a tabletop in black marble, held up at the other end by a sphere of brass. On the inner wall, there were two black leather couches and two armchairs. Under the coffee table that stood between the couches, there was what looked like a delightfully soft, creme-coloured rug. On the wall next to the door there was a bookcase with a built-in bar and on the other side of it, another door. “Have a seat,” Bane told Emma and made a gesture towards the couches. Emma reluctantly walked over to them. She sat on an armchair. She hoped that the engulfing fatigue she felt wouldn’t win and make her drift off in the incredibly comfortable armchair.