Stars Wars Bedding Queen Size Novelas e Histórias

He rose to stand beside the bed and she chanced a quick peek around to calm her nerves. His room was only slightly larger than hers, but the walls were a deep forest green and the furniture a walnut sleigh design. What looked like a dreamcatcher hung over the queen-sized bed. She hadn't realized he had a balcony facing south, and sunlight streamed in, filling the room with natural light. No chance of her hiding her flaws in the dark, that was for sure. The space was warm and masculine like him, with two mountain scenes above the dresser that...she'd taken.

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.

Chapter 45 Sara POV I head to my room once Alex leaves the suite and sit on the king-sized bed. The bed is decorated with rose petals while scented candles are placed around the bed waiting to be lit for the wedding night. I sigh at the over-the-top decoration and fall on to the bed in half laying position as I swing my legs a bit. My muscles relax as they come in contact with the soft mattress while my eyes take in the rest of the room.

She whispered. "Agreed to do what," he asked. "Simple, we will… "Wait, like in the movie, you want us to be bedmates," he yelled. She nodded. "Something like that," Louis shook his head and stepped away. His heart seemed to be hurting as he realized her intention. "You want us to be bedmates," he repeated. Andrea smiled at the look on his face. "It's a very good offer, don't you think?" "Relationships shouldn't be based on sex...

Octavia's POV It had been nearly 24 hours since Red Dragon had me pinned to his mattress for the first time. He had left me inside after claiming me. I understood the message; I could stay. I could touch what I wanted. Likewise, I could look around. Inside the luxury bedroom, I run things now. No Mira, no Bianca. Red Dragon finally made his command clear; I was not to leave the room without his permission. I obeyed; I remained indoors. And for whatever reason, Mira or Bianca had not shown up, for once.

Flopping down on the bed, I’d ordered an Alaskan King, the largest bed possible. A whole 108” by 108” of memory foam that boasted the best cooling air flow to cool even the hottest werewolf down. Or so the representative I spoke to advised. It was nice, softer than anything I’d slept on in my entire life. Luxurious couldn’t even begin to describe how I felt in this room. It was like a dream. A dream that if I woke up from, I’m not sure I could take the pain of it all.

“Come on, let’s get you into bed.” With a sulky look on my face, Julian leads me to the master bedroom downstairs, flipping a switch as we enter and illuminating the soft lighting around a black frame on the ceiling. The room is about the size of my apartment, only this bed is a king-size with a black and grey comforter that matches the grey, padded feature wall. I walk over, running my fingers against the comforter as I relish in the luxurious feel of the fabric.

I pushed it open and my brows arched at the sight of the room the crown prince brought me to. At the right side of the room about five times bigger than mine back home, a queen size canopy bed was positioned. The sheets, drapes, and pillows were sage green. Beside the bed was a net hammock hung up on the ceiling, about the same size as the bed with the same colored pillows. In the middle of the two was a mahogany desk with a levitating ball of yellow light in the middle, and a wooden, cushioned seat had been placed under it.

Queenie said 'Talking about outfits, Kello, coach wants us to use the blue vests for our opening game next season'. 'Not that sort of outfit!' Queenie screamed and we all paused. My phone rang. 'Hey babe'. I said 'Hey tigress'. Travis said from the other end. 'How's the sleepover going?' 'Not fast enough'. 'You want me to come kidnap you?' 'As good as that sounds, I'll rather be here. I can't leave these girls alone in my room, they'll defile it with glam'. He laughed a little.

The faint glow of the morning sun barely softened the dark atmosphere of the room. Near the windows stood a large, black wooden wardrobe, its doors slightly ajar, revealing neatly hung clothes—mostly dark shirts and pants. Next to it, there was a long dresser with a few items scattered on top—cologne, a watch, and what looked like a silver dagger. And then there was the bed. The massive four-poster bed was the centerpiece of the room, draped in black silk sheets. The headboard was made of dark leather, with silver studs lining its edges. The bed itself looked like it belonged to a king—fitting for someone like Alpha Ronan.