Rylee Nightstand Novels & Stories

"I just have to play my cards right to get you permanently removed from this place." She continued walking deeper inside. Slowly. Deliberately. Like she was inspecting enemy territory. When she reached the bed, she grabbed one of the pillows. Without hesitation she flung it onto the floor. Then something else caught her attention. The nightstand. Several printed ultrasound images rested neatly on top. Lily froze. Her eyes narrowed. Slowly she stepped closer. One hand reached out. She picked up a photograph. The black-and-white image stared back at her. Tiny.

When Lily was done showering, she noticed Jenny had fallen asleep. She appeared to be exhausted as she was snoring softly. Lily tiptoed over to cover Jenny with a blanket, then silently left the bedroom after turning off the light. She was staying in a small business suite with an adjoining living area equipped with a sofa, table, and chairs. She cleared the trash from supper to a corner of the table. Right now, she was still wide awake. The sampling session today was quite fruitful. Although there were few differences between the new products, they were consistent with the overall theme.

The wall of drawers in the back held underwear and pajamas in various sizes, and to the left, an entire breakaway section held shoes: sandals, sneakers, and light wedges in various sizes. Overwhelmed, Lydia backed out of the room and closed the door without taking anything. Instead, she went back into the bathroom and peeled her clothes off, took a long, hot shower, and wrapped herself in the clean robe hanging on the back of the door. She found toiletries under the sink and after brushing her teeth, she collapsed into the bed and fell asleep.

She clicked off. Layla finished taking her bath. She wrapped herself in a new terry cloth robe she had bought and walked into the bedroom. She sat down at her cherry wood vanity table to do her hair. When she looked in the mirror, she saw herself, but it wasn’t her current reflection. Her hair had the familiar auburn highlights in the front, and she had on red lipstick and dark burgundy eye shadow. She was wearing a long, black negligee with straps. The vanity was brass. Carter slammed into the bedroom. The king-sized bed had a gold, satin comforter. The carpet was white. The walls were off-white with crown moldings along the ceiling and halfway down the wall. There was a fire in the firepla

My voice little more than a hoarse whisper,I searched his face for the hint of a joke. He noticed my hesitation. “It’s just for one night,” he added, with a little shrug. “Alice, this is our guest we’re talking about. Don’t be petty.” Petty? “Can’t you see? Lily’s exhausted,” David explained. “She needs to wind down and a warm bath will help her relax. But only the master suite has a tub.” His tone left no room for negotiation. The master bedroom. King-size bed. Private balcony. Ensuite bathroom.

"WHOOAA!!!" LIVVIE exclaimed as she gaze around The Lyndons Manor living room. "I feel like I just died and went to an inventor's heaven." Evelyn was in awe too. In the corner of the living room, there was a massive holographic projector, which could display anything from a relaxing fireplace to a movie screen. The lighting could be shifted to suit any mood, from a cozy glow to a bright, energizing hue. A zero-gravity recliner that can massage the muscles and even heat up for added comfort.

Ryder’s point of view: I picked the birthday gifts Lea received from the girls and the guys after they left for the night. It was already nearing two o’clock in the morning yet I did not feel like calling it a night. I slowly opened Lea’s bedroom door to keep her gifts on her study table. Teddy’s ears perked up in alert when he heard me entering the room but he went back to his nap when he saw me. I glanced at Lea to find her already in a deep slumber.

Why it bothers me now, though, is what I’m trying to make sense of. “Would either of you gentlemen like something to drink?” Sly’s assistant asks. Cielo snorts, mutters something about the use of the word gentlemen. “They’re fine,” Sly says. “Close the door behind you, Lydia.” “Yes, sir, good night,” Lydia says and leaves. Sly’s eyes never leave mine as he straightens up and puts his dirty shoes on the floor. I take a seat. Nigella sets her briefcase on his desk and opens it.

"I can carry that!" The basket she lifted was nearly bigger than she was. Lyra laughed. "I think I'll keep my little assistant away from the heavy fabrics." Emma pouted dramatically. "I'm very strong." Mrs. Elara chuckled. "Oh?" Emma proudly flexed her tiny arm. Everyone in the boutique burst into laughter. For a brief moment... Lyra forgot she had ever cried. That afternoon, Adrian arrived carrying several carefully wrapped boxes. "I thought you might need these." Lyra opened one. Inside were delicate glass display stands.

“There's a walk-in closet and you have your own bathroom as well. Feel free to make yourself comfortable and to unpack. These dressers are all empty for you and are yours to use.” Lily stepped inside and gaped. A beautiful bed with white linens looked comfy enough for a princess. White nightstands, a dresser, and even a writing desk filled the rest of the room. Everything was soft and comfortable. A TV the size of a small truck dominated the wall opposite of the bed. “Wyatt, this is amazing,” Lily said, walking across the floor and toward the closet. She poked her head inside and her jaw hit the floor. The closet alone was twice as big as her bedroom in her apartment.