Rylee Nightstand Novels & Stories

Ryleigh sat on the edge of her narrow bed, the quiet of her room pressing in like a second skin. The day had been long, her legs sore, her thoughts heavier than ever. The overhead light cast a dull glow against the pale cream walls—bare, cold, and impersonal. The only splash of life in the room was the modest blanket folded neatly at the foot of her bed and the small wooden nightstand beside her. She pulled out her phone for the second time today.

A wave of my hand got his attention and he came right over, “Yes, Luna? What can I help you with?” “I would like this set, bedframe, chest and two nightstands. I will find mattresses later. Do you have desks and shelves in ashen colors as well?” “We do, not that exact shade, but ones that would compliment these ones. Would you like me to show you?” He answered while taking notes on a hand held device, tracking my orders as I rattled them off.

Following Medley to the cash register, she scans the items and places them into shopping bags. 'Is there anything else you need, Astrid?' Ryker asks as he pulls his gold card out to pay. 'Maybe a nightie to sleep in, but I don't know if there are any in this store.' 'There are a few other clothing stores we can go to,' he says. I nod, and we leave the store. Ryker insists he carries the bags. We pass the next couple of shops and go into a nightwear store full of pyjamas and nighties.

Nora paused, gave her a sidelong glance, and said coolly, “Delulu is a disease. You should get it checked.” Then she walked out. Lily moved to follow her, but the boutique owner gently stopped her. “Are you a relative of Ms. Yates? Please don’t misunderstand—she’s not selling anything. That payment was for her work.” “What?” Lily looked stunned. “Your store sells her designs?” “Yes! Ms. Yates is one of our top freelance designers. Our bestselling Starry Night Collection and Deep Sea Series? All hers.” Lily’s face drained of color. The Starry Night Collection? The one she adored?

He walked down the quiet stone hallway to the master suite. The only light in the suite was the soft amber glow of the fire in the hearth and the silver of the moon pouring through the open doors to the terrace. The mountain air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of fresh pine and jasmine of the nite blooming variety. Lyra was standing at the terrace railing wearing a loose nightgown of pale ivory silk that hung softly about her. Her hair was dark and long and fell over her shoulders, catching the pale moonlight as she looked out over the quiet realm.

Layla rolled onto her back and stretched slowly, the soft sheets tangling around her legs. Her eyes drifted around the room again. Elias’s room looked calmer and less intimidating in daylight,still minimal, still controlled — but now she noticed small details she hadn’t before. A watch neatly placed on the nightstand and his laptop bag resting beside the desk. Layla sat up, running a hand through her hair. “Of course he woke up early anyway,” she muttered softly. She climbed off the bed and padded toward the bathroom. Inside, the space was just as sleek as the rest of the room. Dark marble, glass panels, and a large mirror stretching across the wall.

"Jiho, calm down. Sir, this is Nightide. I ordered a private room for us." "Oh, yes, sir. He didn't tell me that. I apologize," he bowed to both Naiting Dae-Jung and the members: "Follow this young lady to your private room." A young blonde dressed in knee-high socks and a short black dress came around the corner. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail and touched her shoulders.

he asked, his eyes twinkling with excitement. Lily nodded, her hands clasped together. "I’m ready." With a flourish, Luca pushed open the doors, and the brothers stepped aside to reveal the room. Lily took a step inside, her breath catching in her throat as she looked around. The room was like something out of a dream, a perfect blend of elegance and comfort that left her speechless. The first thing that caught her eye was the grand canopy bed in the center of the room. It was covered in the softest, silkiest white sheets, with a plush comforter adorned in delicate floral patterns. The canopy itself was draped with sheer, gauzy fabric that flowed down in gentle waves, giving the bed a romant

Lyria sits alone beside the fireplace in a pale cream nightdress, delicate fingers resting lightly against the arm of the chair. And around her throat—my sapphire necklace gleams blue beneath the firelight “How . . . do you have that?”

Several pairs of rubber boots littered the floor by the sliding glass door to the patio and yard, and rolls of paper—house plans, she assumed, since Riley was a contractor —stood in an umbrella stand next to the largest recliner. Someone was bringing his work home with him these days. And there, in the center of the middle bookshelf, sat three small ceramic frogs and one larger one, representing Riley and the girls, just as Brenda had described. “Have a seat anywhere,” Riley offered. “Can I get you a cold drink or coffee?” “Oh, no thank you. Don’t go to any trouble on my account. I apologize for not calling before I came.”