Novel Schlafsofa Novels & Stories

But she was overjoyed and didn’t realize that the bed was supposed hers to sleep on. Kelvin was bemused, staring at her flattering look. Did Chloe really think of him letting her sleep on the sofa? The surrounding had become more relaxing. Chloe was in a good mood, and she offered, “Let me help you with the sofa. I was lying on it just now. The length of the sofa is quite ideal and it is more comfortable than the bed too.” Kelvin frowned, seeing her kiss, and tell, “How about you sleeping on this comfortable sofa?” “Please don’t.” Chloe rejected abruptly, smiling, “I would just take the bed. After all, a man like you must be a gentleman, right?”

But nothing satisfied, nothing filled the void like she craved. One night, the insomnia hit harder than usual. The clock glowed two in the morning as Sofia tossed in the massive bed, her thighs sticky and restless, the ache so deep it felt like a fever. She gave up on sleep and padded downstairs to the kitchen, barefoot on the cool marble. She wore nothing but an oversized Real Madrid shirt she had stolen from Lucas’s laundry basket earlier that day because it smelled like him—clean sweat and that dark, expensive cologne that made her clit twitch every time she caught a whiff. The shirt hit mid-thigh on her, soft against her bare skin, and she had not bothered with panties, thinking the hous

Dressed in a short and no shirt, Spencer went downstairs to the wine bar to relax and enjoy the night ambiance. At around 2:45a.m, Sofia was in her room sitting on the bed and staring blankly at the ceiling as she couldn’t sleep. She decided to go downstairs and get a glass of juice. When she got downstairs, she heard some sounds and decided to trace them to the wine bar, on getting there she saw Spencer and she immediately turned her back to leave but got stopped by his voice as he said, “Do you now have insomnia since you claim not to be a stalker?” Spencer asked Sofia and immediately she turned to, “I was unable to sleep so I came to get a glass of juice and I heard some noise so I decide

I'm cutting through it on my way to my suite when something makes me slow down. Then stop entirely. They are in the far corner of the terrace where a large pergola throws a wide patch of shade across two garden chairs. Sofia is in one of them, her legs curled beneath her, a book lying open and face-down on the armrest where she set it down at some point and didn't pick it up again. She is fast asleep. Her head is tilted slightly to one side, her dark hair loose around her shoulders, one hand resting open in her lap. She is wearing a simple pale yellow dress and the afternoon light coming through the pergola slats falls across her in soft lines.

Author's POV. The laughter from dinner still echoed in Sofia’s ears as she stepped into the sanctuary of her bedroom. The villa had finally quieted, save for the occasional muffled conversation or the distant hum of the wind through the gardens. It was late, the air tinged with the scents of wine and lingering spices, but Sofia was wide awake, her body thrumming with anticipation.

POV – SOFIA QUISPE So, when morning finally arrived, Sofia found herself in a surprisingly quiet apartment complex. She wasn't sure if this meant she and her neighbors had slaughtered each other in her sleep or if someone had called the cops, and she had slept right through it all, but either way, she had, amazingly, slept. Although she didn't feel any more awake when she finally dragged herself out of bed.

Replying to Fia's message. Eileen had also mentioned it previously so Fia stared at Sophia’s message in a daze for quite a few seconds. Fia returned to the living room to sit down, thinking about it as she swiped through the online shopping platforms to search for a bunk bed. A lot of cute beds popped up, the kind where the top and bottom bunk were very safe and even had stairs. Just looking at it made her fancy it. The corners of Sophia’s lips curled up as she replied,

As soon as Frost said this, Bianca couldn't help but exclaim, "This is naked extortion, you want a free meal and accommodation! And, is it appropriate for you to sleep with two girls? We don't even have a place for you to sleep here!" Frost got up and walked around the small double sofa in the living room, pointing to the sofa, "This sofa looks great for sleeping!" Bianca was so angry that her head was about to explode, she told herself that she must stay calm, get the answer out first, and then kick this scoundrel out, so she brought a blanket and put it on the sofa, "Sleep here!" But Frost furrowed his brows and said, "I mean, you can sleep on the sofa! Do you think my height fits on that

“Val. You still working at that café downtown?” Valentina nodded. “Yeah. Double shifts mostly.” Sofia made a face. “You hate double shifts.” “I do.” “Then why?” Valentina shrugged. “Keeps me busy.” Sofia stared at her for a long moment. Then looked away. “Busy is good,” she said quietly. “I guess.” Luca’s fork paused mid-air. He didn’t speak. Just watched. The next day, Sofia brought a book to the table. A worn paperback some romance Valentina had lent her two years ago.

Veda’s POV The shifting of the dark velvet sofa was the first thing that registered through the heavy fog of my exhaustion. Then came the scent. A thick, intoxicating wave of rain and ash that immediately chased away the chill of the office, instantly drowning my senses in a familiar, possessive warmth. I didn't open my eyes. I didn't move a single muscle, keeping my breathing locked into the slow, rhythmic cadence of a deep sleep even as the air in the room turned thin and pressurized.