Rylee Nightstand Novels & Stories

she giggled before packing her last outfit. *** “How do you love your room?” Lovelyn asked as she led her into a luxurious bedroom. “We made sure there is a good ventilation system, and regulated the air conditioner for your comfort. We also subscribed a separate cable for you in case you wanna watch anything you want.” “This is too much,” Naya smiled. “You do not have to do this.”

“I can add any type of details that you want.” “Need one for the nursery and one for her room.” Chance said. “Red and white ash barn door. Black lacquer modern sleigh.” Sticks nodded. “Standard size? All shelves or hanging bar?” “Shelves.” Rye answered. “I don’t like hangers. How much are they?” “That one there is stain grade pine, bare wood, basic hardware with adjustable shelves. Starting price is thirteen.” Sticks rattled off before Chance could stop him. “I can’t afford that. Thank you, though.” She said softly heading back to the hallway.

“The better question is: how do I sleep at night?” He paused to consider this. Gesturing to the array of shelves, he asked, “What are you in the mood for?” Lily scanned the selection, not certain where to begin. “Something that will help me escape, something that will make me forget.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “Or at least something that will put me to sleep.” She smiled. Without missing a beat, Rebel strode toward one of the shelves. He hooked his finger on the spine of a particularly old-looking volume and removed it, extending it toward her.

Approval or warning, I couldn’t tell. Elyse handed me a tray. “Tonight, you shadow me. Watch. Listen. Don’t screw up.” I nodded, gripping the tray until my knuckles hurt. The first customers trickled in men with tired faces, women with painted lips, laughter spilling too easily. The smell of beer thickened the air. Elyse moved quickly, effortlessly, weaving through tables with a practiced smile that never touched her eyes.

Zara gave a small, almost imperceptible nod from the foyer. Lucian opened the box. He hadn't just thrown his platinum credit card at an assistant. He had paid attention to the dossiers his security team had built. For Leo, he pulled out a pristine, limited-edition baseball signed by a legendary hall of famer, encased in a custom glass display. Leo's jaw dropped, the plastic bat completely forgotten as he carefully took the heavy glass case. For Lily, it was a breathtaking, intricate Parisian music box made of rose gold. When he opened the lid, a tiny ballerina spun to a soft, classical melody. Lily gasped, immediately sitting on the floor to watch it spin, completely mesmerized.

At the foot, a throw blanket in a kaleidoscope of geometric patterns added a playful touch. To the left of the regal bed, a weathered nightstand, its surface worn smooth with time, held a table lamp. Its warm glow cast dancing shadows on the wall, adding a touch of intimacy to the room. A crystal vase overflowed with lilies, their heady fragrance filling the air with a sense of peaceful luxury.

Nyree helped pushed the cart into the room and said, “It’s overcast today, and it will get even darker soon. Do you want the candles lit, my lady?” Leila nodded, “Sure. Thank you.” Nyree took out a large candlestick and started to light up the room. One by one, she roamed in a circle, and soon all the candles were lit. On the walls, the tables and floors, the room was brightly glowing with a fluttering, mellow orange hue.

Ryder opens that one and carefully sets me down on my feet inside. A large queen-sized bed stands in front of me. The bedsheets white and at least ten pillows are learning against the dark brown wooden headboard. There's a small nightstand on the left and right side of it in the same wooden color. Lamps and vases with fresh flowers standing on them.

More shelves were hung on the walls adorned with jewelry boxes, bird statuettes, and dream catchers hung from all corners of the room. The charming energy of the room immediately put Layla at ease and for the first time, Layla let out a soft sigh of relief. "Have a seat," Niniane said, walking over to the peach-colored cupboards and pulling out two mismatched coffee mugs. Layla dropped her bag to the side and sat down at the small round table as she watched Niniane pour them both a cup of the steaming brew. She walked over and sat a cup in front of Layla before taking her own seat and bringing one leg up to her chest. "So, Cairo told you I could answer some questions for you?"

That, and the gentle, impossibly soft breaths of our daughter, a tiny symphony of new life. Lyra lay nestled in a small, exquisitely carved cradle beside our grand bed, a delicate masterpiece of dark wood and soft, organic cotton. Her tiny chest rose and fell with each peaceful breath, a perfect rhythm that seemed to orchestrate the entire room. Her little fingers, miniature and perfect, twitched in her sleep, curled instinctively around the edge of a pale blanket, hand-stitched with intricate patterns of golden thread that shimmered faintly in the dim light.