Queen Size Race Car Bed Novels & Stories

“Wow. You weren’t kidding.” The room is barely big enough to hold the Queen-size bed. Two tiny bedside tables sit either side of it, and there’s a single chair by the door to the bathroom, with a narrow in-built wardrobe to its left. That’s it. There’s no room for anything else.

One entire wall is just windows, the windows stretched from the floor all the way up to the ceiling, and through those windows, you could see the city lights of Seattle far away in the distance. The floor was made of polished wood that's so shiny you can almost see your face in it. There's a big cream colour rug under the bed, thick and very soft. His bed is massive. It's called a California King, which means it's even bigger than a regular king-size bed. The headboard—the part you lean against—is covered in expensive cream colour fabric. The bed sheets are tan colour with a navy blue blanket, super soft, but it costs a ridiculous amount of money. Everything is tucked in so tight and neat th

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.

It was confirmed with the opening of the doors. The king-size bed in the middle of the room was neatly made, with carefully organized pillows at the top. The royal blue carpet contrasted with the black bed sheet, but somehow, they looked perfectly matched. A royal blue two-person couch with a pinstripe pattern was at the end of the bed. That must have been the folding sofa Zeus referred to earlier.

She squeals, jumping on the bed, Dutch joining her as she does a little victory dance, her childish cackles fill my heart with joy. The room itself was a baby pink colour, it was so light it was almost white, the bed sat to the side of the room, it was a huge 4 poster king size bed, draped around it and over the top was soft pink tulle, the sheets were a crisp white colour, the added sheets and blankets were different shades of pink, placed neatly on her bed. A large cushion was placed in the middle, on the middle of it had the pack symbol, below it, it read ‘Princess Baylee’ in pink.

I mumbled. Damn he is good, I found a king single that I like that has heaps of storage drawers underneath but also has a bookcase at the top of the bedhead, a matching bedside table, a set of draws, a desk, chair, bookcase, mattress, pillows. The rest he said I can order online and get them to deliver, this lot he puts what he can in the car as they are in flat packs the rest he has gotten them to deliver at a cheaper cost than normal as the delivery driver wanted a photo with the car.

This isn’t anything close to what my stepbrother would like. The room has a warm off white color, very cool to the eyes and most especially the brain. The queen size bed seems to be located at the corner of the room where I won’t get easily noticed if someone walks in unannounced. A table with lots of candies and makeup was neatly arranged, funny how they were all my type. Getting off the bed, I looked back at it to see that it was even eve my favorite color of bed, pitch-pink. Not the main pink, it just looks a bit different and it’s good for the brain too.

When she looked up, she gasped. The first thing she noticed was the bed. Although covered by a white sheet, something she now realised had been done to every bit of furniture in the two rooms they were meant to clean, it was a huge Alaskan King sized bed that one couldn't possibly dream of ignoring. And for someone like Keisha to be so astonished, definitely meant something. She loved splurging on her soft and luxurious lifestyle after all. Clearly, her idea of a luxurious lifestyle was being redefined. Her eyes ran across the room, everything in the room looked huge, even whilst covered. “This must be why it’s called the master bedroom,” she muttered to herself before she set to work.

"The bed? You want us to sleep in the bed?" "Obviously." "I can sleep on the couch," I offered quickly, glancing at the leather sofa in the corner. "It looks comfortable. Or I can sleep on the floor with a pillow." "No," Sebastian said, his tone final. "The maids change the sheets every morning. If only one side of the bed is slept in, they will know. We sleep in the bed." "But—" "It is a king-sized mattress, Isabella," he cut in, looking amused by my visible panic. "It is six feet wide. You can stay on your side. I will stay on mine. I promise I will not attack you."

“By the way, ito ang kuwarto ko. Kapag may kailangan ka, don’t be shy to knock on my door, okay?” Pinakatitigan niyang mabuti ang pinto bago dahan-dahang tumango. Nilagpasan namin iyon at ang dalawa pang kuwarto na nadaanan. Tumigil kami sa kasunod na pinto at itinulak iyon pabukas. Nauna nang pumasok si Pearl matapos tumalon mula sa braso ni Jimin. The room has a black and white theme. Very neat and pleasing to the eyes. May queen sized bed, ilang drawers at sariling banyo. He’ll be comfortable here for sure.