Pillow X Novels & Stories

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I'll have to figure out what brand the mattress and pillows are, then Sasha can buy us one for our home. Our home.

The decorative pillow was already in place. Not the confident beige one from the penthouse—that one had stayed in Manhattan, presumably guarding Alexander's empty bed. This was a different pillow, longer and narrower, in a shade of blue that matched the curtains. It sat exactly in the center of the bed, placed with the geometric precision of someone who had measured the distance from each headboard post. Marcus's work, clearly. The man was a professional. Elijah walked to the bed and looked at the pillow. He touched it. The fabric was soft, some kind of linen, and the pillow itself had enough heft to serve its diplomatic purpose. A proper border. A line in the sand. Or the sheets, as the cas

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(Karis's pov) That night Xander didn't return to the room until I fell asleep. He worked the entire night. I was sleeping comfortably snuggling on a pillow. It was so comfortable but it was warm and not fuzzy. I snuggled closer into a tight cuddle to enjoy the warm feeling. It was one of the best sleep I had, but the faint rays of the sun had to interrupt this perfect sleep. ' Why does this pillow feel a bit hard?' I asked myself, confused while I was half asleep. Warm breath fanned across my face and my eyes immediately popped out to see the comfy pillow I was snuggling all night was a grown man.

The pillow under her head was extremely soft, and her body was covered by a silk blanket. Upon seeing Elijah’s arrival, the manager hurriedly welcomed him. “Mr. Moses, the hangover soup and hangover medicine have already been prepared. “If you don’t want to disturb Mrs. Moses’s rest, we can also… provide you and Mrs. Moses with the most luxurious room to stay in.” Elijah smiled. He leaned over, his actions gentle as he lifted Sally up. “It’s fine. My wife’s not that delicate.” After speaking, a thought seemed to suddenly occur to him. “What about the one who was drinking with her?”

When did either of them have time for shopping or guessing my sizes? “Um, thanks,” I say, walking into the room and looking around. My room was a bit cozier than the rest of the house. A king size four post bed sat against the largest wall, directly across from the door. It was adorned with a light purple duvet and what appeared to be at least twenty decorative pillows. “Are all those pillows necessary. It just seems like a waste considering you have to remove them before you can even lay down?’ Xander laughed and shook his head, “I told you man, not all women are into filling every inch of their bed with useless pillows.”

I opened the basket. Inside was... A jar of pickles. A cheese plate. A fluffy, soft blanket. And curled around the whole thing… a narrow, body-length pillow. I stared at it all for a good thirty seconds. Pickles? Cheese? A pregnancy pillow? What... was this? A laugh bubbled up inside me—half bewildered, half hysterical. Was this a joke?

But Lisa sounded relaxed, so maybe it was a good thing. When Terry's men came to pick up the pregnancy pillow, Hersha even told them to take the pastries she had made to Lisa. Terry looked at the stuff his men brought back, only to realize this was not just a pillow. It was a U-shape pillow, providing full-body support to the user. Lisa could sleep on any side with the pillow. "You're going to sleep with a pillow like this?" Terry asked.