Slytherin Bedding Novels & Stories

A queen-sized bed was at the center of the room, the sheets were a deep black that caught the light a little, and there were steel rings fixed to the bedposts that shone faintly. Arya's eyes moved away from the bed, and she noticed the wardrobe at the side with glass doors. Inside it, there were chains hanging neatly and whips in different sizes. There were also leather paddles arranged on one side, and ropes in red and black hanging in careful order. There were cuffs made of metal and some were lined with fur, and in the corner, she could see a long silver bar. On the left wall, there were riding crops and floggers hanging from hooks, and beside them stood a large cross covered in black lea

Draco carried me to the far end of the hall, where a white door was and pushed it open. My jaw dropped to the ground almost immediately. The room was spacious, with a king sized bed at the center. There was a dressing room by the bathroom, and a large table by the floor to ceiling window. Behind the table was a sofa, probably for relaxing and enjoying the view. Once Draco placed me on the ground and stepped away, I took the time to let my absorb the interior blend of silver and black. “For dangerous bastards you guys have taste.” I said unknowingly and was brought back to the real world with a chuckle.

Slayne’s old bedroom is transformed, there is now a toddler bed, and cute white furniture for all her stuff. “Once she puts all her babas in here and her curtains and stuff, it will look like home for her, do you think she’ll like it?” he asks me, unsure. I jump into his arms. “I love you, Alpha Manzitti Goldrick,” I shout before kissing him; however, we don’t have long before Slayne and Ivan knock on the door with a very excited Summer. “Come and see your new bedroom, Summer.” We get to work setting Summer’s bedroom up, I put her unicorn bedding on and curtains up, Manzitti fixes her lamps and lights, Slayne and Summer arrange all her babas and teddies and Ivan looks bewildered by the sheer

She clapped her hands and her luggage burst open with sketchpads, chalk, and enchanted measuring ribbons that whipped around her like caffeinated eels. “You literally just got back,” Thessaly sighed, but she was already helping organize the chaos. “NO REST FOR THE FABULOUS,” Tarin declared as she took off toward the great hall like a witch possessed. “I NEED VELVET. I NEED LIGHT ORBS. I NEED PEARL DUST.” “She’s gone,” Thessaly said to me flatly. “She’s gone,” I agreed, laughing so hard I nearly snorted. An hour later....

Alec POV Sitting on the edge of the custom-made bed I had spent a small fortune on, I looked around at the room; it was beautiful, fit for royalty. The bed alone was exquisite, built into the wall, made of dark blue crushed velvet, with soft purple sheets; the walls surrounding it had carvings sprayed in gold that told the story of our pack and its heritage. The room's high ceilings and rich blues and purples gave it an exotic vibe I loved.

On the top shelf, there were several small statues and figurines, and Aurora couldn't help but wonder about their significance. On the right side of the room, there was a large four-poster bed with white silk sheets and velvet pillows. The bed was draped with a canopy of gold and purple fabric, and the headboard was intricately carved with vines and flowers. A matching set of nightstands with silver lamps stood on either side of the bed, each with a stack of books and scrolls.

Her fantasy world brought to life. Shaelith’s room was black with scattered gold touches, striking. There were wolf motifs on the wall, a dark galaxy ceiling, and a nightlight shaped like a crescent moon. She didn’t squeal, of course, but the way her fingers brushed across the shelves and how she lingered by the bed told me everything I needed to know. That night, as I tucked them into their new beds, I looked around and whispered to myself, We’ve made it, this is the kind of rich I dream of, a happy family.

It was a subtle magic she herself had imbued, shifting from a deep, seductive violet to a fiery, passionate orange with each passing moment. Rare artifacts gleamed from recessed alcoves: a statue of a succubus carved from fine stones, its breasts and hips impossibly lush; a fountain where liquid silver cascaded into a basin of lapis lazuli, its surface rippling with hypnotic patterns. Everywhere, velvet divans and silk cushions that invited relaxation. But it was the beds that truly defined the space. Dozens of them, scattered like fallen petals across the vast floor, each draped in sheer, gossamer fabrics, each bed were occupied by scantily dressed dragons. Each sight an invitation for plea

I woke to sunlight streaming through massive windows and the sound of birds singing outside. For a moment, I was disoriented. This wasn’t Elena’s cabin. This wasn’t the wilderness. This was luxury: a king-sized bed with silk sheets, furniture that probably cost more than my entire life at Crescent Moon, and a bathroom with a tub big enough to swim in. Blackthorn Pack. Kade. My mate. Good morning,* my wolf said, stretching contentedly in my mind. Sleep well?

"Look at it!" I reached for the heavy velvet curtains that hung tied to each of the four posts. Pulling back the curtain on one side of the bed, I pushed it along the silent rail. The windows and living room were hidden from prying eyes behind midnight velvet. "I can pretend to sleep at Hogwarts."