The Bed Novels & Stories

from that tragic day. Getting up from the strong, wooden mahogany bed frame supporting an extremely soft bed foam coated in deep blue bedspreads that she would've preferred to have been black instead, she made her way into the bathroom. The wooden bedframe was clearly made from mahogany due to the reddish–brown colour it had.

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Simple. Except it was otherwise. Because I realized the man lying in that bed wasn't my brother. And I didn't realize that until it was far too late. The room smelled like him, but not quite. A deeper, muskier scent with cedarwood tainted the air. I crept in slowly, half-blind as I dragged my fingers along the edge of the table to guide myself. The bed suddenly creaked and I froze. “Micah?” I whispered. But no answer. All I got was the sound of a slow exhale, and the sheets.

I instantly imagined Caden and I tangled up on them, a dozen pups in future years climbing all over us. And the bed? Massive. Definitely not just king-sized—it looked like it could hold a pack of wolves and then some. I stood there staring at it for a moment, completely overwhelmed. The sheets were black silk. The duvet was fluffy and soft and probably filled with some kind of magic, knowing Mum. The wall-mounted TV across from the bed was easily the biggest I’d ever seen. Like, cinema-size. Caden was already grinning, whispering something about “gaming nights and foot rubs,” and I rolled my eyes—but I was smiling too.

It wasn’t the quality of the furniture, it was how there wasn’t a single decoration. Placed in the center of the room was a king-size bed, with a black headboard. There was a nightstand on both sides of the bed, matching the black wood of the bed. On the side of the room where the foot of the bed was directed, was a long dresser with a large flat-screen television resting on top.

My smile was radiant. Beside him, Isabella was curled on their filthy bed, groaning in pain. "It hurts... it hurts so much..." Her skin was covered in rotting black sores that gave off a nauseating stench. For months, she had been sleeping with the town's rogues to spite Damien and find a new protector. Instead, she'd contracted a fatal virus that ran rampant among rogues—the Blood-Rot Pox. "Get away! Don't touch me!" Damien kicked her away in disgust. "You filthy thing!"

From the bed that stood in the middle of the room covered in dark red and white sheets to the dresser on the sides and the white silky curtains that blew from the wind and revealed the windows. Something told me he's never seen most of these things before. I walked up to the bed and patted it, explaining, "this is a bed. We use it to sleep on. It's very soft and comfy so you don't have to worry about having bad sleeps. These are pillows. They are made from cotton and is for you to rest your head on while you sleep. It helps to keep your head elevated and just right. You'll probably end up having an amazing sleep."

I push the door open and walk in. The room is decorated in rich blues. The carpet is a deep cobalt blue and the curtains are a shade lighter. In the middle of the room is a very large four poster bed made from a dark solid wood. The bed is also very high. I walk towards the bed to gauge how difficult it would be to get onto it. The mattress is about level with my middle. I would need a step to get onto it.

you both became friends so fast you boys are same always" I chuckled after sometime he went off . we both are laying on her bed... her room is in princess style theme...I like it...her bed was designed as two floor..bed was in first floor ..it's a round type bed.. beside the bed there are one staircase and one slipping tunnel..in second floor there is a small couch...pillow..above the whole bed things there is crown like roof..it's looking like a kid's room..indeed she is my angel..many toys...video games are laying everywhere...

NOVA “One, you will sleep in my bed,” he tells me and my blood runs cold in my veins. He’s a fucking perv! That’s what he is! How could he ask me to sleep in his bed? "What?" I hiss, rage already stirring inside of me. "You heard me," he says calmly. "Every night you must sleep in my bed. With me." My heart slams against my chest. "You're insane." "Possibly," he replies. "But I'm also the only reason you're not in shackles right now. You want my protection? My silence? Then you follow my rules."