The Bed Novels & Stories

But when she came out of her shock she hugged tightly. "I can't believe it Thea you literally designed the room the way i always wanted it." She spoke. "You like it " i asks. I nods her head while excitedly jumping on the bed like a child who got her favourite candy. It's a beautiful and huge bedroom with a royal theme. There is a big four poster bed. I remembered that Eve always wanted a four poster bed but Mom was against it so couldn't have that. "This in heaven Thea" she spoke while laying on the bed.

And in the center of it all. A bed. The most magnificent bed I had ever seen. Four massive poles rose from each corner, carved with intricate designs of werewolves and phoenixes. Blue curtains hung from the canopy, tied back with golden ropes while the blankets, so many blankets, all looked impossibly soft and fluffy. "That bed," I breathed. "That bed is calling to me." Kaelen set me down on the floor. "Stay here. Don't leave this room and don’t touch anything." "Can I touch the bed?"

He looked cute while sleeping. I couldn't help but observe the room. The room was painted in grey and cream white. A king-sized bed made up of fine sea sham wood in walnut brown with a matching bedside table. The feather mattress must feel like a soft cloud. The matching heavy velvety drapes. The floor was covered with hardwood.

I was really starting to hate them three been together all the time. I look around the room there wasn't much in it. A few cabinets and a bed with what looked like a thinner version of a normal bed but this one seemed to have some form of leather straps attached at the top and the bottom. I didn't know what they were for. "Lexi, lay on the bed for me." I walk over to the bed and lay on it. It wasn't much more padded than my old bed used to be.

He is so full of himself, he was probably confident that I would stay out of belief that I enjoyed his company, like he had arrogantly claimed last night. Ms. Lewis led me to my bedroom. It wasn't like the cottages on the farm, it was part of the main building– the ranch house. Although small, the room was well-furnished with a six by four bed, a reading desk and chair, a small fridge and a nice window view. “This is your room for as long as you wish to stay, please don't hesitate to find me if you need anything, we have instructions to make your comfort our priority.” Cynthia said.

Her mate was sleeping on the expensive bed which was made of gold and silver. The bed was big enough to fit three to four grown individuals.Alessandra closed her eyes and a single tear dropped from her eyes. Ace was sleeping on the bed with an innocent face as if there was nothing to worry about. From his chest downwards he was covered with white sheets. "Ace..."She called with a weak voice and walked to the bed. She sat on the wooden designed chair which was placed beside the bed. Ales placed her hand on top of her mate's and gave it a small squeeze.

Much less she staying in her wet clothes, all in the name of 'duty'. As usual, all my things had been unpacked and put where they were meant to be without me having to lift a finger. This was my childhood bedroom, but it had been redesigned to fit my current taste. The room brought back so many memories. I didn't remember sleeping here last night but I realized I was here when I woke up this morning. I went through my wardrobe and put on a simple outfit— I threw an outfit at Isabella and she rolled her eyes dramatically at me.

The kind that feels heavy, like both of you are pretending it's not there. The elevator hummed quietly. And then I said, before I could stop myself, "You know, the walls-or ceilings, technically-aren't soundproof." Her brows lifted slightly. "Excuse me?" I turned toward her, casual. "Just a heads-up. Some of us enjoy sleep." For a second, her expression didn't change. Then, slowly, a teasing smile curved her lips. "Did it keep you up?" she asked lightly. I met her gaze in the reflection. "Among other things."

Eventually, as the room ceased to be filled with my gasps, I dared to look up. Realizing that I was in a bedroom, I rose unsteadily to my feet and distanced myself from the door. The room was expansive, featuring a king-size bed in the center with nightstands on either side. A bench sat at the foot of the bed, beckoning me closer. I approached it and pressed my hand into the plush cushions.

He asked in amusement as I took in the environment, gaping at its beauty. “I love it,” I said as I touched the fluffy bedspread on his bed. It was a mixture of purple and yellow in a polka dot design. I smiled happily as I saw my reflection in the huge mirror in the room. The scene sparked a memory in my head, making me speak before I could stop myself.