Queen Bed Extender Novels & Stories

Gold light poured from sconces, gilded edges catching on silk curtains, the air heavy with something expensive and masculine like smoke and spice. And the bed. God. It stretched across the room like its own kingdom, larger than anything I’d ever seen. Alaskan king-sized, the head maid had said. It could fit an army. The pillows were lined up like soldiers, the sheets taut and gleaming under the dim light. This wasn’t a bed. It was a throne. And I was supposed to touch it? I crept closer, clutching the hoodie around me. My hands hovered over the sheets like they might burn. I tried smoothing a corner, tugging at a blanket, folding where I thought it might look neat.

Plush, brown colored sofas and armchairs were arranged artfully around the room, creating cozy nook for relaxation. There was a majestic king-sized bed, draped in the finest Egyptian linens and adorned with delicate, hand-stitched embroidery, standing as the room's centerpiece. A stunning, hand-carved wooden headboard, adorned with intricate mother-of-pearl inlays, added a touch of regal sophistication.

An over-sized bed. Finding a bed larger than a California King is difficult but not impossible. Especially when you live in a city like Dallas. The Sleep Number store had a "Grand King" which was about 30% larger than a standard king, but it had the two separate chambers for adjustment, and we were looking to put it in sideways. It would still be 80" long, the same as a king, but 22" wider. But after an hour in that store, we figured we were wasting our time. Plus, the Grand King cost twice as much as their other beds. Ouch.

A black Armani suit, perfectly tailored. The outfit Victoria had waiting for me was worth thirty grand—more than any of the gowns I ever wore as the Moretti family matriarch. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at the woman staring back. Thirty years old, still beautiful, but her eyes were hollow. "Ready?" Victoria asked from the doorway. "Yeah," I said, turning to face her. "One last time." The Moretti family estate sat on fifty acres of Long Island's Gold Coast. I had lived here for six years, hosted countless dinners, and welcomed capos from all Five Families.

It's time to look around the room for other options. The queen-sized bed has four posts that reach the ceiling, a canopy draping off like the hem of a gown. No doubt in my mind; that burgundy blanket and the pillows that match it is expensive silk. It's the kind of place I'd dream about lounging in. But right now, I rush to the shelves, frantically searching for something sharp.

The curtains had been decorated with elegant tassels and golden flowers. On the elevated space in front was a dignified throne made with African blackwood and gold. It was seated in the middle of two gigantic statues that looked like the moon goddess, Selene. A smaller seat, embellished with crystals and gems, was on the right. Elisia knew that it was where the queen should be—a seat beside the king. She didn't know how she was able to walk straight in front. She stood beside Thane like she was his queen, but she knew she was a fake.

"The East Wing and West Wing protocols are officially compromised. We need a physical perimeter." The suite at the luxury hotel overlooking Central Park was, unfortunately, spectacular. It was a sprawling expanse of velvet, dark mahogany, and floor-to-ceiling glass. And right in the center of the massive master bedroom sat the enemy: a singular, cloud-like California King bed piled high with white down comforters and silk pillows.

When she shuts the door , I go to sit on her bed. I examine the room , and I am at awe at how luxuries royalty lives in. Their bed is humongous , it could fit at least three to four full grown men. It is covered with soft duvets that are beautifully designed with different shadings and materials. The room itself is the size of three workers room combined. From the ceiling a big chandler hangs from it , which lights up the room. Unlike the workers room , Royalty ceilings have no leaks or cracks - just plain white ceiling that are perfectly patched up.

Then, suddenly, it was my turn to jump when Noah started flashing his flashlight in my eyes. "Kids," Caleb muttered, rolling his eyes at us, then, he ran after Liam. "Hey Liam, can you tell me more about this grand kitchen and where exactly it is now?" Who was the kid now? "The queen's wing consists of a bunch of rooms that are basically designed for the queen's needs and comfort" Noah replied, after prying my flashlight away from his eyes. "Think of it as having your own home inside a home. It consists of everything from makeup room, to dressing room to study room, a private library, garden, and so one."

I pushed it open and my brows arched at the sight of the room the crown prince brought me to. At the right side of the room about five times bigger than mine back home, a queen size canopy bed was positioned. The sheets, drapes, and pillows were sage green. Beside the bed was a net hammock hung up on the ceiling, about the same size as the bed with the same colored pillows. In the middle of the two was a mahogany desk with a levitating ball of yellow light in the middle, and a wooden, cushioned seat had been placed under it.