Pillow Nook Novels & Stories

She picked up a new pillow and gently placed it on the bed—it looked soft and plush, the kind you’d sink right into. “I made this pillow myself the night I heard the Alpha was getting married. It’s a gift for Luna,” she said with a bright smile. “I knitted the cover with soft wool, filled it with lots of fluffy feathers, and added a bit of lavender and rose fragrance to help you sleep better.”

The bedding is lux and there are more playful animals and extra, folded, ecru satin-quilted blankets. I have no doubt there is a wired sound and surveillance system for tranquil music and 24/7 monitoring. I also spy a flat screen for playing movies and videos. Nick has probably even ordered a gaming platform, regardless of this being a nursery. He’ll be several steps ahead of and well-prepared for an overachiever. The waterworks return. How could they not? Nick has every detail nailed, including built in bookshelves that are stocked with children’s books in multiple languages. A dresser, a mirrored-door armoire, a diaper-changing station—all matching the style of the royal crib.

there are purple 'My little pony' pajamas on her chair I get her dressed and soon she's in the bed. I look at her bookcase, "What would you like for me to read?" I ask. "A Princess of Mars please." I find the book and look at the description behind it. It seems like something people around Lucia's age would read, "Are you sure?" I ask, she nods. Well then. I join her on the bed and and open up the book, "I am a very old man; how old I do not know. Possibly I am a hundred..." By the time I'm quarter-way through Noelle is silently yawning trying to keep herself woke.

“Fair enough. Let’s keep looking.” We move from section to section, debating over everything from rugs to bedside lamps. For the first time in a long time, it feels... normal. Like we’re just a couple shopping for their home, not two people trying to navigate the ruins of a marriage. Knoxx holds up a throw pillow with an exaggerated pattern, raising an eyebrow. “What do you think? Statement piece?” I laugh, shaking my head. “That’s hideous. Put it back.” His grin widens, and he tosses the pillow back onto the shelf. “Okay, okay. Your turn to pick something.”

He slammed the door shut. Noah lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling. His room was well furnished and was everything a standard room should be. A large bookshelf was at one end of the room. It was always filled with the latest novels. He stretched his hand a picked the novel on his bedside table. He usually read novels to pass time. He finished one every night and it was replaced with a new one in the morning by the servant. Unknown to anyone, he had insomnia. He seldom slept , hence, he used the novels to pass time. As he took the book, a photo fell out.

As soon as we were inside, we walked down the hallway and made our way into the private library. "There's a cozy reading nook toward the far right side of this library. We can have our conversation there." She said, her tension palpable. Sensing her unease, I remained silent as we made our way to the reading nook she was talking about. "Woah." I whispered in astonishment as we arrived at the reading nook. The reading nook was nestled in the corner, surrounded by dark wood bookshelves. There was a central table and a plush cushioned couch, adorned with pillows and a blanket.

“Might be …” I shuffle up, pulling open the duvet invitingly for him to snuggle in. It’s luxury goose down. We also have the choice of a pillow menu, with twenty different varieties. I read them all last night, over my pizza. But right now I couldn’t care less whether the pillow is buckwheat, hypoallergenic, or silk- covered. My husband is in bed with me. Awake. This is what matters. “Mmmm.” He buries his face in my neck. “You’re all cozy. Yum.” “You’re all hangover-y.” I wrinkle my nose. “Get your suit off.”

“Why do we need throw pillows?” “We’re going to have families come over for a sleepover. What’s a sleepover without pillows?” “Mom, we’re not thirteen.” “Oh please, it’s still fun.” Sure. Noah’s dad came back and went straight to my mom. They continued to yap away leaving me to just watch them I felt a tug from my jeans. I turned around and it was Noah. He handed me a nylon, then pointed to my phone. I pulled out my phone and saw a text from him.

Soft rugs were scattered around in different shapes that were playful, comforting. Against the far wall, a reading nook had been built with shelves filled from top to bottom. Picture books for the little ones, novels of all kinds for the older ones. Damn near every topic that you could think of. Fiction, non-fiction, manga, history, lore, etc. A huge, cushioned bench wrapped along the windows, covered in pillows so fluffy even I wanted to curl up on them.

EMBER’S POV I wake to shrieking. It takes my brain a moment to process the sound, to drag itself from the warm depths of dreamless sleep and identify what’s happening. Then Rayana’s voice cuts through the fog like a serrated knife. “These pillows are absolutely unacceptable! They’re flat! Flat pillows, Knox! What kind of establishment provides flat pillows to a dying woman?” I groan and bury my face in the pillow that is apparently not fluffy enough for our royal houseguest. The clock on the nightstand reads 7:14 AM. It feels like I closed my eyes approximately thirty seconds ago.