Slytherin Bedding Novels & Stories

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.

The designs were soft, using soothing grey and sliver to create a sparkling luxurious feeling. Scarlet saw Morden Chandelier that dangled over the large king-size bed, the floor was carpeted by a plush silvery grey carpet that practically felt soothing beneath her feet. She inhaled deeply, waking up in such a room would be like walking up inside a storm cloud. She nodded her head eulogistically. At least, another good thing came out from this undesired matrimony. “It’s has been unaltered for days now as Alpha hasn’t been home for a long time” Katty unanticipatedly voiced out, making Scarlet jerked startled, referring to the perfectly made bed with sliver and grey sheets.

Lily's Point Of View The afternoon light streamed through the window of my new dorm, striking the velvet duvet I'd spent an hour smoothing to perfection. A low, satisfied tune hummed from my lips while my fingers traced the ornate carvings of the mahogany bedpost. This was exactly how it was supposed to be. The prestigious Magic Academy, the soaring ceilings, the scent of ancient parchment mingling with raw power, and most importantly, Ash. I stepped back to survey the room, my mind already spinning with decorating possibilities. Perhaps some enchanted lavender to keep the air sweet and fresh. Ash liked things clean, didn't he? Or did he prefer them a bit more rugged, a touch wild?

He gestured for me to follow. Against better judgment, I did. He led me to one of the rooms, and when he pushed the door open, my breath caught. The room screamed Adam. Rich, indulgent, yet meticulously arranged. The walls were draped in dark blue tapestries edged with black, the colors merging into a harmony that was both commanding and strangely soothing. A massive bed dominated the space, its sheets black silk, pillows stacked in neat abundance. A wall-length shelf held books, blades, and strange artifacts, some glowing faintly with enchantment.

The house had 5 bedrooms and a small out house, Snake and Brett were staying in. My room is right on the end, next to Kylie, the queen bed has a white rich cotton duvet and two black velvet overlays flattened out on the bottom half. The cushion covers are white with black striped patterns. The room has a thick cream carpet, definitely imported from Turkey. The room walls are rough textured with a small desk, a soft high back chair pushed in, and a built in electric fireplace. It’s cozy for a spare bedroom. Too cosy.

he says, turning back towards the exit. "What if someone comes here?" she asks. "This is Prince's room...No one comes here except the prince and girls" "Girls?" she purses her lips out. "What? he's a Prince," he says, lowering his head to the sides. She nods, scratching her head. James walks out and shuts the gate. "GIRLS COME HERE," she yells in her mind, jerking both hands. She walks towards the bed with maroon-colored bed sheets. Four bloated white square pillows are on the head end. The brown headboard slat has a beautiful engraving of two swans.

She waved over the nearest shop assistant who was arranging clothes on a rack. “How may I help you?” the girl asked when she came over. Ruby gestured at the clothes on display. “We can’t seem to find what we’re looking for.” “Perhaps I can help then. What exactly do you need?” “Clothes for a costume party,” Ruby explained, “We are going as Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange.” The attendant smiled. “Oh, Harry Potter fans, I believe?” “You can say that again."

If something happened to him… I didn’t even want to think about it. We walked to his room together, and I took a moment to take it all in. His room was spotless, like someone with OCD lived here. The walls were painted white, contrasting beautifully with the black furnishings. There were paintings of wolves everywhere, one of a huge black wolf and another of a large lycan right above the king-sized bed. The bed itself was covered in black sheets, and the room had a pristine, almost sterile feel to it. Even the wooden floors gleamed with a polished shine.

I didn’t know how many girls he had let inside this room, aside from his first love, Chrystal, and knowing him, probably half of Lyperia, but I knew I was most likely not the only one to have made that comment. The floors were white and polished, and the walls had the deep navy of the Lyperian color, with gold details. In the center stood his bed, massive enough to let the whole palace sleep on it if he wanted to. Even his sheets were eye catching and smooth, with golden silk that made them shine. This really was nothing like the Bloodrose. “Your suitcases are probably over there,” Kylan nudged his head toward one of the closed doors. “I asked them to unpack for you.”

She saw a dark red bed, a stool, a bed tail, a white carpet, and a gold-rimmed silk quilt. Every part of the room was filled with luxury of visual and body enjoyment. Stacy threw him on the bed, and she was so exhausted. Harry fell into the quilt. He seemed to have pulled his wound and frowned slightly. "Have a good rest. I've ordered you the best service. You'll have a good night, and I won't disturb you anymore." After that, Stacy turned around.