Queen Bed Extender Novels & Stories

“Harriet, how long will it take for her to grow her hair out?” “If she stops cutting it, perhaps two months. Of course, it depends on how long you want it.” “You mean, how long I want it.” I glare at my mate, who grabs a fistful of it again, as if to show me what he means. “For the love of the Goddess, Cedric—” I begin, and Harriet clears her throat. “King Cedric, perhaps you should let the queen pick out her accessories now.” But one of the designers chooses this moment to jump in. “If Her Majesty desires, I have an excellent hairstylist who will be more than happy to give you extensions.”

However, what she preferred was not the clothes in the wardrobe, but his thoughtful care for her. To the left of the cloakroom were Quinn's clothes, about a dozen suits, all in a silver-grey series. I didn't know why he had a particular fondness for this color series of clothing? The room inside was their bedroom, but this bedroom was still larger than the master bedroom they were living in now. Especially the super king-sized bed in the room, it was so wide and large that two people could roll around on it without falling off, presumably. Thinking of this, Isabella's cheeks turned red unconsciously again, she didn't even dare to look back at Quinn.

"Was. Till his uncle came home. Now? It's chess, not checkers. You're the queen's knight here. Play smart." He pushed it open, setting the box inside. "Bathroom's en suite. Towels fresh. Call if you need anything, extension 12." "Thanks, Elias. Really." I stepped in, the door clicking soft behind him. The room hit like a dream sequence. A King sized bed draped in creams and golds, beautiful windows floor-to-ceiling overlooking gardens that stretched forever. A desk by the window, vanity stocked with… wait, makeup? Neutral palettes, brushes I normally couldn't afford. Closet half-open, empty hangers waiting.

******* In the throne room, the king is seated on his throne with the Queen by his right-hand side. The king wore his suit and trousers with a pair of black leather shoes, having an intricate gold sword design on it. The queen was dressed as always in a magnificent gown. This time she wore a dark purple gown flowing down her shoes, with a turtle neck and long sleeves, a light makeup, a pair of gold earrings and bracelets and a pair of purple shoes having black gems decorating the front and as usual with a crown graciously sitting on top her head.

I shook my head in disbelief. “Oh, my God!” The queen size bed screamed elegance with its upholstered head, footboard, and button chair in cream white. Two bedside tables matched perfectly the closet. Three simple black framed above the headboard. With designer duvet folded half on the well-made bed. I laughed alone like crazy, throwing myself into the bed. I stared at the crystal firework chandelier hanging at the ceiling, wondering why Thayer was doing this? I knew our chemistry was maddening than the pull of the black hole, yet he never made a move. Maybe he was not married, but maybe, he had someone special.

They're a little loose but still an upgrade from the heels I was wearing when I arrived. With another deep breath, I grasp the cool metal doorknob and turn. The bedroom, lit by one small night lamp, is large and Spartan. The Spanish tiled floor has colorful area rugs spread around. A simple white bedspread covers the four-poster bed. Mosquito netting tied to the posts gives the room an almost feminine quality. I squint into the shadows and notice King sitting at a small table in the corner. He's watching me so intensely goose bumps break out along my skin.

The entire southern wall consisted of retractable glass panels that opened onto a private, enclosed sky balcony suspended directly over the coastal ocean cliffs. At the center of the elevated platform sat the centerpiece of the sanctuary: a massive, custom-built master throne bed. Crafted from solid black iron and dark ebony wood, the bed was framed by four thick structural posts supporting a canopy of sheer, dark velvet drapes. The mattress itself was enormous, over ten feet wide, draped in heavy, liquid silk sheets of deep crimson and surrounded by dozens of dark velvet throw pillows. Integrated seamlessly into the dark headboard were hidden, flush-mounted leather restraint anchor points a

A high ceiling stretched above, with large iron chandeliers casting a dim golden light. At the center of the room was a massive four-poster bed where Iaid now. Its dark wooden frame is polished to perfection. Thick velvet curtains, deep blue, draped around it, and the bed was covered in smooth black silk sheets with soft fur blankets on top. The lingering scent of the king—earthy, spicy, and undeniably masculine—clung to the fabric.

I open the door, and we both gasp standing stock still, admiring the room fit for a queen. It’s really something out of a fairy tale. My room is spacious, made up in the palest cream and gold undertones. Soft cream shaggy carpeting covers the entire floor. A huge king-sized bed with matching side tables commands the center, flanked by two plush single sofas separated by a low table. A massive fifty-inch TV sits on a console.

I say with a straight face trying so hard not to smirk at the end. Her eyes get round with excitement. “I am pretty sure that would make his month if you did that.” I looked around the place and knew a case of vicious diarrhea was worth it. Queenie took one of the spare bedrooms, made it into a giant pillow room, and added a projector for movie watching. It looked like enough snacks and sweets to feed a small nation. I wanted her to feel special, and Queenie went above my expectations.