One Bed Trope Novels & Stories

There is a gourmet kitchen, a home theatre room with reclining seats, a gym, and a rooftop terrace with an infinity pool that glows soft blue under the night lights. Luke walks beside me the whole time, watching my reactions more than the house itself. “Let me show you the bedrooms, you can pick the one you want to stay in.” “Okay.” There are four bedrooms, each one more beautiful than the last, but the last one makes me stop in my tracks.

“Ground rules… We stay out of each others way, seperate bedrooms and we see the month out. Okay?” Cassien nodded reluctantly. “Loud and clear.” He hated this as much as I did…well next time, he shouldn’t lie about our engagement. And so…our first dilemma hit us like a tidal wave— There was only one bedroom! Cassien and I stood inside the room, eyes wide with shock. “A large mansion…and only one bedroom?! Not even a guest wing?!” Cassien snapped out. Of course…the realization hit like ice. The board members picked this particularly penthouse just for this sole reason.

She whispered. "Agreed to do what," he asked. "Simple, we will… "Wait, like in the movie, you want us to be bedmates," he yelled. She nodded. "Something like that," Louis shook his head and stepped away. His heart seemed to be hurting as he realized her intention. "You want us to be bedmates," he repeated. Andrea smiled at the look on his face. "It's a very good offer, don't you think?" "Relationships shouldn't be based on sex...

I would take it over the alternative. A beautiful, cozy suite... With only one bed.

When we stepped into the suite, my stomach dropped. One bedroom. One massive bed. A living area and bathroom, but only one place to sleep. Alexander set his bag down. “They booked the honeymoon suite. Of course they did.” I stood near the door. “There’s no way I’m sharing that bed with you.” He loosened his tie. “Relax. I’ll take the couch.” “The couch is tiny,” I said. “You’re too tall for it.” He gave me a tired look. “Then what do you suggest, Emma? We’ve been over the rules a hundred times. The board wants us looking married. That means one suite.”

The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a stunning view of the night-drenched city, and I wandered to the balcony, briefly awed by the sight. From the bedroom, Renzo’s voice called, amusement laced through it. “We might have a problem.” I turned and hurried to him and promptly cursed. Of course. I should’ve seen it coming. There was only one bed. No sofa. No second room. Just one exquisitely decorated trap.

I will only allow my fiancé to stand shirtless and brief-less in front of me, no one else. I reached a hand at his bluish-black hair, ruffling it softly and touching it gently. “This is getting boring,” I murmured as I lay down, facing the mirror ceiling. I stared at the reflection of the sleeping Tyler while hugging Taylor and me—an inch away from falling from this shining, shimmery bed. I must let Tyler wake up and leave my bed, because this is only good for one, for me. That’s why it’s called queen-sized: because it’s only fit for a queen. Like me.

Most women do, but I have only ever had eyes for my mate. "One room, one night please." I say, digging in my pocket for my wallet. "Two beds or one?" I freeze halfway into pulling my card out. Shit. One or two beds? What if she didn't want to sleep next to me? Worse, what if I assume that and get two beds and it turns out she did want to sleep next to me but doesn't because she thinks I don't want to because I got two beds? Something is actually wrong with you.

, has made me horny as hell "I started looking for a hotel. It didn't take long to find one. I told the clerk I wanted one room with one bed. I pulled the car over by the room. I ran around and opened mom's door for her. When she stepped one leg out, her skirt was still so high I saw her pantie covered pussy. When she stood up that was the first time in a long time her skirt came down to her knees. She followed me to our room. I unlocked the door and walked it. Mom followed. She put down her bag then looked at the one bed. "I like this room'" was all she said. This got me thinking again. She wasn't surprised there was again only one bed. She didn't even ask me if they had a room with two 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?