Novel Sofa Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Meazus approached them, but he didn't have time to stop because the three people there had already walked to their respective rooms. Meazus and Deanna entered the same room without looking at or talking to each other. The pregnant woman felt a sharp pain in her waist and decided to sit on an unusual sofa. The sofa was wavy and dark purple. Meazus opened his watch and was surprised when Deanna sat on the dark purple sofa. The man knew what the sofa was for, but Deanna apparently did not. “Why is there something like that here?” Meazus wondered silently, but did not dare to say anything. Meazus swallowed hard and went into the bathroom.

I said, the word so soft I almost didn’t recognize it. Sofia pulled Maya by the hand to the edge of the bed, then sat, legs spread, robe falling open to reveal her perfect, glistening breasts. She patted the space next to her, inviting me in. I moved on autopilot. The mattress was memory foam, and I nearly bounced off it, but Sofia caught my wrist, steadying me. She pulled Maya down next to her, so the three of us formed a triangle on the edge of the bed. For a second, nobody moved.

Books makes everything better. With a sigh, I sat back, letting myself sink onto the large, plush sofa in my bedroom, a novel in my hand. The doors to my own terrace were open across the room, and with almost all the lights off, the room was bathed in a soft white glow from the moon. A summer breeze blew in, tickling over my bare legs and arms still pink from my bath and teasing up my nightgown. I bit my lip and shivered. What had I done earlier?

Her Mom grabbed my arm and lead me inside. Vivienne was still glaring at me while walking on my back. I just can’t help but smile widely. I didn’t know that messing with her was a lot of fun. “Get the book and leave,” Vivienne whispered to me just right after I sat on the sofa. Well, their sofa was a bit uncomfortable for me. It was not that soft. And the cover wasn’t made of good materials. “Do you already get your dinner? What’s your name again?” Mrs. Alfonso asked.

Sophia looked up from the book when she heard me move. "There's wine," she said. "If you wanted." "Do you want wine?" "I was asking about you." "I know." I went to the kitchen. "That's why I'm asking about you." A pause. "Yes," she said. "Actually. A glass." I poured two glasses and came back to the sofa. She set the novel down on the cushion, which was how she marked her place — spine up, pages open, the book holding itself. She took the glass.

I opened the office door wishing that I had, at least, a comfortable chair to relax, not to mention… “A sofa…?!” I called surprised when I entered in. There was a new furniture that suddenly appeared in my office, a comfortable sofa in a size which just fitted within the space between the desk and my door. My exhausted body led me straight to sit on it. It was comfortable and soft, I instantly thought of lying down, even for a minute or two. On the side of it I noticed a familiar looking blanket, I grabbed it. It was full of Samil's scent…

At the armchair that was hers. At the sofa where they'd had every important conversation. She pulled one book out. Looked at it. An old novel. The kind that had been read many times based on the state of the spine. Sat in her armchair. Opened the book. Started reading. Neo found her there an hour later. He stood in the doorway the way he always stood in doorways — assessing, reading the room — and then he came in and sat on the sofa and picked up the document he'd left there weeks ago and they were just there.

He had been in my corner since the day he and Byron saved my life – the day when fate finally gave me more than I ever thought was possible to have. We followed the nurse to a cozy room. There was a comfortable looking leather sofa and a couple of matching chairs. Different types of artworks adorned the wall: fractal, abstract, expressionism, oil, and acrylic. There were also two large bookcases filled to the brim. Dante and I took a seat on the sofa. I groaned with how comfortable this was. We definitely needed one for home. “I can guess what you’re thinking, and I definitely fucking agree. Our sofas are comfortable but nothing like this,” he told me.

Tony chuckles, hugging him tightly. "First, we gotta get rid of this damn sofa!" he says, making my eyes widen in shock. "What?" I asked, a bit shocked. I have been eyeing this awesome sofa in a furniture place nearby, but he's reluctant to get rid of his hard-ass leather sofa. "Yup, I asked Henry to get rid of this thing. He should be here in a bit with the new one." "New one?" I asked, raising a brow. "That's right, baby—that monster thing with the recliners you wanted. I called the old man at the furniture place, and he should have it sent in a bit," he says, making my mouth gawk openly.

There, he saw, there happened to be Grandma Goodness, some furies and parademons coming out of portals. At that time, he saw Max Lord, waiting while he traded with Kurayami's fawn. When, he saw, he unexpectedly sat down on the comfortable sofa it was bigger and more comfortable. Inside a spacious hallway and one with two suites and three bedrooms there was a larger suite. He had a king size mattress, and in the large living room there was a corner sofa that was in an L shape, it was a sofa that went from one wall to the other, with a cozy curve, comfortable and spacious, and before he entered, he saw it very cute sideways, as her butt hurt.