Pillow Nook Novels & Stories

As if nothing bad would happen in the future. Arriving home, Xeva immediately unpacked her closet. Looking for a nice outfit for a date with Noah. “This is good, not too hot.” “This might be better. But, too open.” Finally, she found clothes that fit. Peach knee-length dress with white lace underneath. Then She put on boots and a matching coat. "Oh, my baby girl. You look so perfect. Tell me, where are you going?" asked Mr. Abhi when he sees his daughter who is already dressed up.

Everyone pushed forward, trying to catch another whiff. Seeing everyone's reaction, Noelle smiled and placed the pill in a delicate small box. “This is a pill of the lowest quality sold in Treasure House. We have better pills on display around you.” Noelle was smiling, and her voice was very pleasant. Many people were tempted to buy a pill no matter the cost.

On one side of the room was a spacious closet, which I assumed housed a vast collection of designer clothes and accessories. He had a little bookshelf next to the floor length dressing mirror, filled with different books on different subjects, their spines slightly worn out and not coated with dust, a clear sign he still reads them. I knew Noah graduated with the best grades but I had no idea he still read. A hot rich nerd, impressive. I've always had a thing for the smart ones. "What are you looking for?" He asked curiously.

CHASE The pillow wall was hilarious in theory. In practice, it was a joke. Seven pillows stacked like a soft barricade down the middle of the queen bed—neutral territory in a war nobody had officially declared. I lay on my side staring at the fabric mound, listening to Sloane breathe on the other side. Slow. Steady. Not asleep yet.

Even from my vantage point on the floor, I could see both walls were lined with books and large overstuffed chairs with fluffy cushions created the perfect reading nook. But by far the most eye-catching piece was the massive bed positioned along the back wall. It had to be custom made and I didn’t even want to contemplate what that had cost but it would easily accommodate the three of us. It was covered in a luxuriously plush, white duvet and rustic but functional throw pillows. Draped along the bottom edge was a soft fur blanket that I couldn’t wait to feel sliding against my skin as one or both of my mates fucked me. Two growls full of dark promises tore through the room as I stared at the

Quinnel replied sarcastically and finally stepped into the room. He looked around and was amazed to see everything in here was for one person. There was a white couch in one corner that had 5 throw pillows of colors black and white on it filling the couch that there was no space to sit on except you took off a throw pillow. There was a mirror, very close to an entrance of what he presumed to be the bathroom, that was wiped clean that he could count how many holes was on his face without any difficulty. The bed was a giant king size one with about 5 pillows on each side of the bed that he wondered how people slept with 5 freaking pillows!

Oatmeal. Noah came in at six fifty nine. He looked at the sketchbook on the table. He looked at the sketch. He looked at me. He tilted his head. He looked at the pocket dimensions. He looked at the hem length. He looked at the outside right pocket. He looked at me. "That's for me," he said. "Yes," I said. "The inside pocket," he said. "Deep." "Yes," I said. "For the ammonite," he said. "Yes," I said.

Noah West's sheets were Egyptian cotton, the thread count probably higher than my monthly paycheck. I woke up to the sensation of warmth and weight. For a split second, in the haze between dreams and reality, I thought I was back in my own bed, hugging a body pillow. Then the "pillow" shifted, and a heavy arm tightened around my waist. My eyes snapped open. Sunlight was streaming through sheer curtains that I didn't own, illuminating a room that was far too large and far too sleek to be my Brooklyn apartment.

He made trip after trip, bringing in what looked like huge and oddly shaped pillows and scattering them around the den. "What in the world is all this?" I asked, weaving my way through them all. He picked one up, staring at it like it was an alien and scratching his head. "They're pregnancy pillows for you. I didn't know which one to get, so I just got them all and figured you could try them out and see which ones you like best.”

I pull up my phone, making quick work of Alec's list. He needed toiletries and a few other random items. While we are in the home health and beauty section I find shampoo, conditioner, body wash, deodorant, razors, shaving cream, and perfume for myself. I buy a hairbrush because I doubt Noah has one. A toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, and mouthwash later, I feel like I have everything that I might ever need. Pillows! No man Noah's age has enough pillows in his home. If I am going to have to sleep on the damn floor, which I probably will, I am going to at least need pillows and a blanket.