Novel Sofa Novels & Stories

She confesses, looking slightly worried. “Not old fashioned at all.” I look around the living area, the chunky beams on the ceiling and the tiny fireplace that will be perfect for the cold winter nights. The sofa I’m sat on is a navy blue with cream plump cushions that goes lovely with the wooden coffee table in the middle of the room. “It adds more character, I wouldn’t want anything modern, it wouldn’t look right.”

"Good! Just hold back and chase them away. Only Audrey can see me." "Sure, Alpha. And don't worry, I've sprayed your room with disinfectant. The smell of Ms. Alicia's perfume is too strong." "Thanks, you know what to do. Give me a report quickly." "Yes, Alpha, I'll do it right away." I nestled myself on a soft sofa upholstered in fine leather specially made by the number one furniture craftsman in Italy. This sofa should be soft and soft, but now, as I think about Audrey and the twins, I feel like the sofa I'm sitting on has become so hard and uncomfortable.

Sofia choked on her coffee, lightly coughing and snatching the novel off her lap before discarding it facedown to her side. "Nothing," she breathed with a suspicious grin. "Just a silly book." A silly book that made you clench your thighs. I chuckled lightly, slowly lying on my back. She looked at me suspiciously before turning back to the beach as she drank her coffee. I quietly stretched my hand behind her before swiftly grabbing the novel. Sofia squealed, in panic, putting down her mug and coming at me for her novel. "Dom, no!" she protested with a light chuckle, as she stretched her arm across my chest, reaching for her novel in my hand.

"Alright then. I got you here to do the choosing. I do the paying. Wait? Do they help take it to the cottage?" "Sure. I think they do if you ask them to. Afternoon, Mr. Bernard?" greeted Kara, a gentleman who headed up to them as they stood there puzzled. "Good afternoon, Kara. This must be Ava Sinclair?" "Yes? That's me. Nice to meet you, sir." "We read about you in the paper," replied Bernard. "I noticed that." "So, which sofa do you desire, young ladies?" "The black sofa?" replied Kara. "That would be seven hundred dollars for the whole set."

It was only now that Cassandra discovered that everyone else was sitting on a stool and Gerald was happily sitting on her newly bought sofa. This sofa was rather expensive and it cost her more than one thousand five hundred dollars for the entire set. She couldn’t bear to allow someone like Gerald to sit on her sofa! Cassandra’s sudden loud voice startled Gerald. Wasn’t he simply just sitting on her sofa? What was the big deal? As Gerald knew that Cassandra really despised him, Gerald couldn’t be bothered to argue with her.

“About this sofa, we have two designs, there’s Mickey Mouse and Barbie. Please have a look, these are all considerately designed for kids from the sofa to the bed.” “These are lovely! Don’t you think Carlos would enjoy jumping around on this sofa, Francis?” She said excitedly as she grasped Francis’s sleeve. Before any more words were exchanged, Francis found himself at the checkout counter paying for the sofa with his credit card. As they walked out of the store, they saw a luxury boutique on the opposite side. “Darling, let’s go to the boutique, why don’t we? I want to take a look and maybe buy some new clothes…” She said.

“Why did you bring me here then?” “To lay out all my cards on the table of course.” He gestured for her to sit, there was a very comfortable looking sofa right beside her. Aria couldn’t trust it. She had a vision of the sofa becoming sentient and swallowing her the moment she sat on it. She must have shaken her head. “No? Would you like to sit on something else?”, he asked politely, taking his own seat against a large neo-classical type desk wide enough for Aria to lay on and roll around.

She drags his name out, rolling it over her tongue, spitting it back like it’s something delicious she doesn’t want to swallow. She presents a plush, cream U-shaped sofa with padded headrests. He sits, adjusts a couple of throw pillows, and crinkles his nose. Alessia doesn’t hesitate she moves him along like a conductor guiding a reluctant orchestra. Next is a semi-circular smoky-gray leather beast, the kind that belongs in a retro conversation pit under dim lights and surrounded by neon hookah pipes. We test it together. I do it politely, with all the grace I can muster. He throws himself onto it like it owes him something, feet kicked up, energy unapologetic. Alessia doubles over, laughing

On the lower area is an L-shaped sofa with a rectangular coffee table. Besides the sofa were the bookcases, filled to the brim with books and a door next to it, going to who knows where. The king still hasn't said a word, however, I didn't have time to ponder as he sat me down on the sofa, he acted like a child who just got their Christmas present. A very odd thing to see when the person looks like a Greek god and has the authority of one too. He sat down in front of me, handing me a paper with the words: hello, what's your name?

A low coffee table between the sofa and chairs matched the end tables and the area was illuminated in the soft light of a floor lamp and a pair of table lamps supplementing the natural light pouring in from the late spring afternoon. "Come on in and make yourselves at home. I just realized I haven't given this baby any water in a couple of weeks." She turned and smiled at them. "Lucky for me, it's very forgiving." Jenny moved to the sofa and sat curled against the armrest at the end, slipping off her shoes and pulling her feet up beside her. Cole sat beside her in the center of the sofa.