Slytherin Bedding Novels & Stories

The King-sized bed was in the middle of the room and was fitted with black and gold bedding. There were also three different bookcases filled to the brim with grimoires, histories, and anything else I could find with the Felonia line which was the one I hailed from. It was a very powerful line of witches, so this was my personal stash whereas the libraries downstairs housed everything else to help train magic.

"You owe me a bed. A real one. Somewhere with sheets that didn't come out of a wolf pack's supply closet." He looked at her. Felt the thing that didn't have a name move through him with its usual force. "I'll get you sheets," he said. "Whatever you want." "Silk," she said immediately. "Done." "Egyptian cotton if the silk isn't available." "Eirwen." "High thread count, Dom, I've been sleeping on—"

I was wondering what he was going to do to me, but the room made me distraught. The Lycan King’s playroom was a seductive blend of primal luxury and dark indulgence, designed to ignite the senses. The walls were crafted from smooth, dark stone, their surfaces veined with shimmering silver that glinted faintly in the dim lighting. Deep crimson and black dominated the decor, with lush velvet drapes framing tall, narrow windows that allowed just enough moonlight to filter in. A massive, custom-made bed rested in the center, its four obsidian posts carved with intricate wolf motifs. Chains and silken ropes hung discreetly from above, ready for use, yet elegantly arranged to blend with the decor.

I will play the same sordid game and gain his affection like my sister. Racing to my room, everyone asleep at the stroke of twelve. Carefully taking off my clothes and slipping on the nightdress, a silky midnight blue number that I stole from Bellatrix. Surveying my surroundings to ensure that they were sleeping, pulling the pink perfume bottle and bathing myself in the flowery scent, coughing at the intensity.

Having finished his dinner, he retired to his chambers for the night. On that same night, near midnight, Susan could be found sitting in a high back chair that could resemble the throne of a queen. The chair was in a secret room in the castle that had no apparent doors and four windows, one in each cardinal direction. The same room was circular and well decorated in four sections. It contained a big round table in its center and another three high back chairs around it, just like the one that Susan was occupying. Each chair had a Hogwarts House shield at the top of its back that matched the decoration of each section of the room. Red and gold for the Gryffindor's section, yellow and black fo

I say looking over at the one I had made of her and monkey for her birthday. “I’m glad you like it, now open the rest before my body starts shutting down without my coffee fix.” She laughs. I open the rest and I am extremely impressed with how she pulled these off; New clothes, shoes, a personalized number plate for my bike, a handmade voucher book specifically for sexual requests, a voucher for a couples spa day, a coffee mug with ‘Fuck Off’ written on the bottom, a Harry Potter keychain of dumbledors phoenix, the box set of the HP books though I think they were for both of us by look on her face, Gryffindor and Slytherin pjs, the latest Samsung cell phone with a HP phone case.

I shook away the thought of her as I made my way back to my room—or our room, since I'd been bunked with Tyrion. Apparently, we were grouped according to our partners. In the prince's smug words: "If you chose them, you must trust them enough to let them sleep beside you. Note that if you are deemed unfit for the games, you won't leave the palace for the Academy but would be sent back home to your respective packs." And that was why I knew I wasn't getting a wink of sleep tonight with Tyrion beside me when it had been less than forty-eight hours since I threatened to out him. My jaw clenched at the memory of his face when I'd cornered him—the way his eyes had hardened with something that loo

I recalled dropping it on the floor out of fright. I looked around the room. It looked like a presidential suite, with plush carpets and dark curtains. It had some minimal decorations, a large king sized bed, and a mahogany desk at the side with an elegant leather chair. One look at the cold room made me imagine the only person who could possibly use this room, Morgan.

The rich, mahogany furnishings gleamed softly in the dim light, exuding opulence. A massive, intricately carved four-poster bed dominated the center of the room, its silk canopy cascading elegantly to the floor. The sheets were a silky, midnight blue, contrasting beautifully with the deep, chocolate-colored wood. Plush pillows adorned the headboard, beckoning me to sink into their embrace.

Chapter: 58 ****** In the heart of Fairpride, beneath the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, lies a bedroom suited for royalty. Velvet silk drapes cascade from towering windows, framing a captivating view of moonlit gardens. Its furnishings, made of ivory wood, exude elegance. The thick, plush carpeting absorbs sound, enveloping the room in tranquility. The air carries the scent of exotic orchids and aged leather. A grand four-poster bed, draped in rich velvet curtains and adorned with intricate gold leaf detailing, dominates the room, its plush bedding promising unparalleled comfort.