Novel Schlafsofa Novels & Stories

The apartment was quiet. Sofia was asleep, Mr. Fluffy tucked under her arm, her small face peaceful in the dim light from the hallway. The city hummed beyond the windows, distant and indifferent. Elena sat on the couch, her legs tucked under her, a blanket over her lap. Alexander sat beside her, not close, not far. Just present.

Note: The sentences inside the parentheses would be their thoughts. Maximo clicked his tongue. “You are too far away from us. Besides, you're still alive, so don't talk about that anymore.” Zachary slightly glared at him. “Fine.” The four men talk and teasing each other until night came. Night came, Soheila opened her eyes from cultivating. Her body feels relaxed and light. Soheila smiled and went to her bed to read the books that she had brought from the library.

It was unusual because I didn’t see the use of those bright lights most times and tend to be quite contented with the dim and led ones… but I just know that Sofia had turned these ones one probably because of one of her books that she was reading. A quick glance at the bed proved me right, because right there on one or the pillows, was an opened book, and beside it was where she had placed her phone at. Just as I started to make my way away from the side of the door, deeper into the room, Sofia suddenly emerged from the bathroom and she froze a little as soon as she noticed that someone was right here in the bedroom. The shock only managed to last for a few seconds because the shock was melt

The length and width of the sofa were just right, and it was quite comfortable. After all the fuss, Karsyn lay on the comfortable sofa, with the cool temperature of the air conditioning blowing down, warm and just right for sleep. In a little while, Karsyn had already fallen asleep... It was the days of licking blood on the edge of a knife. Ernesto always had a light sleep. He heard the sound of the small whip falling from Karsyn's hand, opened his eyes, and glanced at the woman who had no sleeping posture at all.

decided to dose me and Caleb instead. I never would have expected that sweet, shy boy to be that two-faced. Thinking back on the night made my ears heat up. No wonder this world was based on a smutty novel. But I brought a man home. Travis was probably going to throw me out for good. He had extreme cleanliness standards. The fact that he didn’t kick us out last night was already miraculous. I changed into the most conservative outfit I owned and tiptoed out of my room. Travis was sitting on the couch, expression unreadable. The place was spotless. Caleb was gone.

Sofia tossed and turned in her big , comfortable bed, which seemed to be growing heavier by the minute. She rolled over into a different position and felt the cool breeze of the night air blowing through the open window. She was cold, but she couldn't remember when it started getting so cold. Maybe the nights had gotten even colder than usual lately, or it could have been that the temperature hadn’t quite risen all the way yet. It didn’t matter. Her body still felt numb from being awake for more than a few hours at a time.

Then Yvrozz, glance at Zenah who was sitting on the sofa while reading a book, well she saw a book near on the sofa and the title took an interest to her that's why she decided to read it. He sat near to her, "What are you two talking with my mom?"He asked curiosly while looking at her who were reading a book seriously. "Nothing much really, we just talk about lives and other's, there's nothing really interesting about what we are talking about."She answered while still looking at the second page of the book. Since the sofa is a big, Yvrozz lay on the sofa making Zenah's thigh as his pillow, while Zenah just didn't mind it because she's focused on reading the book, titled 'The New Beginning'

"Let’s get one thing straight, O’Hore. If you think this is some elaborate, cliché trap to get me into your bed, you are sorely mistaken. You are sleeping on the floor." "The floor is heated slate," William argued, a defensive, arrogant spark returning to his eyes. "But it is still slate. I am thirty years old, Elena. My back cannot handle stone." "Then you can sleep on the sofa!" "The sofa is genuine Italian leather, which means it has zero grip. I will slide off onto the slate by midnight!" "Then slide!" Elena yelled, her cheeks flushed with a mix of cold and sheer, exhilarating frustration. "Because the only way you are getting into this bed is if you are dead. And as we established earli

"Sure, you can read all the books here." "Thank you very much, sir." Sophia looked happy. Her face looked so happy that Oliver couldn't help but ruffle her hair. It was already 11pm, Oliver stretched his stiff muscles after almost 4 hours of sitting on his delayed office work. He was currently still awake in his office, accompanied by a laptop that he had just turned off. His gaze now fell on a girl who was fast asleep on the sofa. Her tiny body looked curled up like a shrimp. Oliver just realized that Sophia was still in his room, the girl fell asleep while reading her comic and now the comic was lying on the floor.

10:30PM I was in my penthouse, seated on a plush leather sofa , I couldn’t sleep. The day's incidents kept replaying in my head and wild thoughts on how to infiltrate Adina ran through my mind. I found myself scrolling through social media, looking for any sign of her, as I shifted through accounts looking for her my gaze landed on her small notebook coated with a single dried coffee, which she had dropped during our disastrous encounter at the hallway on my table.