Sleeping Nook Novels & Stories

Looked at the ceiling. The room was quiet. Down the corridor Noah was asleep in the specific total way he slept, the way he had slept since he was small, completely and without reservation, as if sleeping were something he had decided to commit to fully and anything less was not worth doing. I could hear the particular quality of silence that meant he was in it deeply and the morning had not reached him yet. I picked the phone back up. Read the rest of it.

The room decor is neat and minimalistic. Inside a spacious, wooden-lined bed nook inbuilt into the wall is a regular sized bed with two identical pillows and a blanket all in white. There’s a simple wooden nightstand with a tulip-shaped lamp on it and a miniature alarm clock. Next to it; a vanity with an empty table and a small circular mirror. A grey couch with two white throw pillows faces the bed nook, and between them is an ivory circular table —big enough to eat on, with three vanilla scented candles on top of it and two identical black chairs facing each other. I move over to the floor to ceiling window and peel back the sheer milky curtains. The breathtaking view of the city beyond th

I tried to sleep but nothing worked, not even counting sheep. I drifted off into a short slumber, but something kept rubbing my face. It wouldn't stop hovering around me. I pried my eyes open and so a tree branch poked into my room from the window. That was weird and I didn't need anything creepy, it was already one in the morning. I sat up and looked at the tree branch at my window, how did it get in here?. I tried to lift it off my bed but before touching it, it moved to a standing position. I shifted to the edge of the bed in horror, covering myself with my favorite duvet.

The banquet ended past midnight. Luke sat in the front passenger seat of his Rolls-Royce, pressing his index finger against his temple. He had long, artist's fingers. The glow of the streetlights cast just the right shadow over his face, making his nose bridge more prominent. He looked like a sculpture straight out of a museum. "It's late now. The curfew would already be in effect by the time you return to your dorm."

I just woke up hearing the announcement and my eyes automatically turned to the human sleeping in the cocoon form on the other end of the couch. Only her palms are visible on her body as she is sleeping while keeping her face on the headrest of the couch. She is sleeping peacefully in the struggling position and my hands itched to pick her up and make her sleep comfortably on the bed. Not able to control myself, I went to pick her up but then I heard a message sound in my mobile. I took my hands from the table and noticed that it was none other than Noah.

"We're going shopping." The Nesting Instinct I thought he meant we would go to a boutique and buy a onesie. I should have known better. Noah West didn't do small. We ended up at Petit Trésor, a baby store that looked more like an art gallery than a retail establishment. "We need a crib," Noah announced, marching toward the furniture section. "Noah, we haven't even cleared out the guest room yet," I laughed, trying to keep up with his long strides. "We'll clear it tonight. Look at this one." He pointed to a crib that looked like it was made of solid oak and cost more than my first car. "It converts into a toddler bed. It's sustainable wood. Greenguard Gold certified."

Noah. I groaned shifting against a soft bed as I came out of unconsciousness. I could feel the lights against my eyes, so I turned away from it. But when I turned I felt a sharp pain at the side of my head and hissed loudly before opening my eyes. I was immediately assaulted by the sight of a messy room. Not really messy with dirt but with books, a lot of it. There was a huge shelf in front of me filled with books. There wasn't even space to put a single page of a book. Beside the shelf was a chair and a reading table, on top of the table was books also. And in front of the shelf a small table, books were also in it. And a small bowl upon close inspection was a fish inside of it, swimming sl

“We like boring.” Aiden snorted. “Speak for yourself.” She shot him a look. “You passed out at nine last night after reading two pages of Luna’s book.” “That was combat exhaustion,” he said. “Not age.” “Mm-hm.” The last room had already been claimed by Lyra in the floor plans: an office nook with a fold-out couch for overnight chart marathons, a big desk that looked out the window, shelves waiting for medical texts and policy binders.

Of course pack members come around, and Finn drops by all the time, but those are transient visits. Noah is about to rub his scent right into the molecular structure of my bedroom if I have any say in the matter. Last time he was here we stayed in the backyard. He stops two steps inside and does the sweep, exits, angles, sight lines, and then a slower second pass that isn't tactical at all. "You have books." "You expected what, a pile of bones?" "Weights. Tubs of protein powder. A wall of selfies." He's still turning. "It's nice."

Soft rugs were scattered around in different shapes that were playful, comforting. Against the far wall, a reading nook had been built with shelves filled from top to bottom. Picture books for the little ones, novels of all kinds for the older ones. Damn near every topic that you could think of. Fiction, non-fiction, manga, history, lore, etc. A huge, cushioned bench wrapped along the windows, covered in pillows so fluffy even I wanted to curl up on them.