Pea Under The Mattress Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Before he could get any closer, I stood up and ran behind the couch to keep a distance between us. Since the TV was already playing a talk show, and I wasn't able to adjust the quite loud sound, Provi couldn't hear the commotion happening at the moment. Unable to get hold of me, he got hold of a pillow from the couch and threw it at me. Of course, I dodged and he was more furious, talking a bit louder. "Wait till I get ym hands on you! I think you are trying to steal some stuff here, aren't you? "

…Trayton POV… We switch the basement light on. There is that fucking filthy mattress that she said she slept on; there is no blanket, not even a pillow, only a very thin mattress. Just to the side is a plate with a cup, it is probably in which he gave the bread to her. Then there it is. …MEANWHILE WITH THE GIRLS AT HOME. Emma is going through the pieces of paper that are piled up in front of her, “I have had no luck with a group of cops yet.”

I thought that someone was playing a prank especially since we were all sleeping in the living room, two people in one sleeping mat, but instead, my sleeping mate, Hazel, was carefreely bed wetting. The urine expanded from in-between his thighs to the whole mat, just the way petrol draws. I knew he would feel embarrassed so I didn't consider waking him at first, but with the possibility of everyone knowing by the time we wake up the next morning and having the news plastered on the school bulletin for weeks, I decided to wake him up.

I’m woken up by a hand softly rubbing my cheek and her soft sweet voice, “sweetpea, it’s okay, Momma is here,” my eyes open and her face is laying next to mine staring at me. I go to stretch but can’t and my eyes dart up, I’m under my own desk, curled into a ball. Her voice is calm, “come on let’s get you out of there, hmm.” She moves from in front of me and off the floor, I crawl out and stretch, blinking in confusion as to why I was even under there. I look around the room and then it hits me, “the pups, did they find them.”

I'll have to think of something else to threaten him with. I was smiling as we entered the stables and dismounted. Faust returned to the castle, leaving his horse with a trainer, but I insisted on personally disarming and brushing Piccola Monella . As soon as she got comfortable, I decided to go in and take a shower. It smelled of sex, horses and Faust. In my room, I saw something green on my pillow. What on Earth? Were they caterpillars? They were pea pods. Zia had obviously stopped. Shaking my head at her, I began to undress while munching on the peas. The poor woman. Giulio would give her great-grandnieces and nephews, but probably not anytime soon. And I knew it wasn't...

Flashback:- Ashly had been asleep for four hours and Prea was getting nervous. The basement they had been locked in had no bed, only a blanket that had been thrown at her face. She had laid it out and made Ashly lay down on it. She took her coat off and made a pillow for her. She had been hesitant but the second her head pressed against the dirty clothing her eyes had closed and she fell asleep.

She asked. “It's lunchtime.” I said as I got out of the bed and went to the closet as the omegas brought the food in and put it on the coffee table. I smiled, I could feel her embarrassment through our bond. I smirk grabbing a random pair and shoving it under the covers.

I thought that someone was playing a prank especially since we were all sleeping in the living room, two people in one sleeping mat, but instead, my sleeping mate, Hazel, was carefreely bed wetting. The urine expanded from in-between his thighs to the whole mat, just the way petrol draws. I knew he would feel embarrassed so I didn't consider waking him at first, but with the possibility of everyone knowing by the time we wake up the next morning and having the news plastered on the school bulletin for weeks, I decided to wake him up.

Aria pov I wrapped my towel snugly around my chest, the fabric comforting against my skin as I tossed the feathery pillow towards the far end of my mattress. I squatted to retrieve the other throw pillow, which had tumbled to the floor during my restless sleep. My gaze was directed upwards, not needing to focus on the ground beneath me. As I traced my fingers over the soft material of the pillow, I brushed against something unexpected—something light but oddly textured. Curiosity piqued, I lifted it, my heart pounding as realization hit me like a bolt of lightning: it was a woman’s underwear, carelessly discarded on my pristine bed. The sheer audacity of it sent a wash of outrage coursing th

She quickly turned over and walked around her bed to see what was hidden on the other side of the bed. And suddenly Mila's heart seemed to stop beating. She was so shocked that she couldn't make any sound apart from glaring in surprise when she saw a pair of legs sticking out from under her bed. She was sure they were a man's feet because they were so big. Half of the man's body was under her bed and covered by the frills of the sheets. But Mila doesn't need to see the man's face to identify his identity because she really knows who the man who is currently lying under her bed.