One Bed Trope Novels & Stories

I signal the driver to take me home and he replies with a small nod. I rest my head against the headrest throughout the ride home. I still have to speak to my father about the stunt he pulled today. I am not a fan of surprises and I surely wasn’t ready for this. His habit of dumping things on me without something as little as a heads up, is getting quite unnerving. I like to be prepared for the things I do, being caught unawares is a cowards game and I am not a fan of cowards. The whole arranged marriage thing is already much of a surprise for me, I don’t want any more little boxes. It’s not even Christmas.

“OMG, I am totally loving this tension. It's giving I like him, but I won't show it." “I know right? The system was like too much blood shed today, let's have some enemies to roommates romance." “I am grabbing popcorn, Guys, and I don't even like the chick in question." “One bed, really? What happened to the two beds in the other room. The system literally blew my mind with this one." That was when it hit me. The other rooms had an extra bed, why didn't this room have one? Unless— the system had ulterior motives.

It is only one room. "Uhm, Logan. I can see one door so It means there is only one bedroom?" I asked He nooded. "Yeah" he said I bit my lips and look around again to find if there's a sofa but I can see nothing. Only chairs and tables are here. "So, we're going to sleep in the same bed?" I ask He look in my eye and I can see the smirk he wants to hide but he can't control it. "Yeah. There's no way for us to separate 'cause it has only one bedroom in this house and there's no sofa here"

Couches surrounded the space, bringing a comfort that made me want to snuggle up in the spot for hours. As we walked further into the cabin, I noticed that there was a well-stocked kitchen and a small dining area perfect for a short getaway. Perfect for a short getaway with two people... Lucas and I then walked toward the bedroom and my heart skipped a beat. There was only one room in this entire house meaning that... There was only one bed. My nervousness resurfaced, and I couldn't help but wonder if Lucas had thought this through. Did he expect us to share that one bed tonight? Did he know there was only one room when he rented this place?

“I hope you guys don’t mind. Besides I heard you slept in the same room back in New York. This shouldn’t be any different.” “I don’t mind.” Neo’s face searched mine. He wanted to say something, but he didn’t. “I’d assume you don’t mind as well Neo. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.” Neo perched his elbows on his knees, his head bowed. ~~~~~ One room. One bed. That was all that ran through my head as we headed towards the hotel. Neo hadn’t said a word to me, but he kept glancing my way now and then. And when we finally got to our designated room, it truly had only one bed. The couch was so small that no human could fit into it. How the fuck did we even end up here?

"Two beds?" "Surprise me," Cassidy smirked and purposely showed off her ring-less left hand, always ready to bother those who undermine her. Thomas, already sick of the same charade, grabbed the dull iron key and Cassidy's hand with the same hand, then continued to lead her up to their room. Once inside and comfortable, Thomas sighed and looked at Cassidy. "Should I thank God you're alive or pray to him since you ain't dead yet?" "That," Cassidy smiled and fluffed the white pillows. There was only one bed, one small bed. "Is up to you Mr.Witt," She laughed and took Thomas' hand. "You needa rest, it's been too long since you've seen a bed,"

was massive: vaulted ceilings, fireplace, windows looking out at the snow, and one giant king bed. One. Noah’s stomach dropped. Nora fake-gasped. “Oh no. Only one bed? That’s… scandalous.” Liv rolled her eyes. “You’ll survive.” Nora put a hand to her chest, all innocent. “Actually… I can’t sleep in the same bed as Cade before marriage. My family is super traditional. I’d lose control. You know how heats are.” She winked at Noah behind Liv’s back. Liv looked like she’d swallowed a lemon. “Fine. Whatever. Noah can bunk with Cade. you’ll take the extra room. Happy?”

“Why are your clothes in my closet?” He came behind her, not touching, but close enough that she could feel the warmth from his body. “This is a honeymoon cottage. There is only one bedroom. And only one bed.” The honeymoon cottage. “Oh,” she managed to say with suddenly dry lips. She jerked away, choking out, “I’ll take the couch, then.” He looked down at her. “You will take the bed.”

The kind of room you'd expect royalty to sleep in after giving the staff the night off. It was quiet. Too quiet. Until my eyes finally landed on the centerpiece of it all—the bed. A massive king-sized cloud of pillows, silk sheets, and an embroidered headboard so detailed I was pretty sure it had a story of its own. But that wasn’t what got me. It was the only bed. I stopped walking. The realization hit like a cold splash. I turned to Adam slowly, brows lifting, my hand still in his. “Wait…” I said cautiously, narrowing my eyes. “There’s only one bed.”

About an hour after the sun has risen, I go to sleep. My bed is Vampyre style, which consists of a thin mattress on the floor and a wooden platform about three feet above it, ideal for protection from the light. A tipped-over coffin, basically, Anna said the first time she saw it, and I still hate her a bit for it. But it’s deliciously comfortable, and I bemoan the fact that I could never find anything like this in Human territory, let alone among the Weres. Then, before I doze off, I wonder whether that’s even relevant. What will happen to me next? With Owen ascending, will there even be a need for marriages of convenience between our people?