Three Wishes Bedding Novels & Stories

With both of them watching, I walked over to the dresser, pulled out a box of condoms, and handed it to them. "We're still legally married. A pregnancy wouldn't reflect well on the company," I stated. Wayne blinked at the box in my hand, momentarily stunned. I shoved it into his hands and walked away without looking back. … I had just settled into the guest bedroom when an email notification chimed. "Ms. Campbell, we are pleased to inform you of your acceptance into our Jewelry Design program. Please report in at your earliest convenience." A small smile tugged at my lips as I read those words.

But, met with the sight in front of me, I was ready to admit plans could be changed. Wendy was laid out on the mattress, her head propped up on both of our pillows, and the bed made up with what she deemed our “good sheets.” The eight- hundred-thread-count set was a gift from her rich aunt and she refused to bring them out for daily use, instead saving them for only special occasions. Apparently a Tuesday night in the middle of January qualified. She was wearing a matching set of baby-blue under- wear: bra, panties, and garter belt to hold up her white stockings. The colors reminded me of Alice in

Eliza returns with a pile of sheets and pillowcases, and she and Ash quickly get to work, stripping the bed and remaking it. The sheets had been dark-grey with a white geometric design on them. Rather masculine in a way, but it suited her aesthetic. The new ones are a dark orange red, almost rust-coloured. But the duvet cover is fuzzy, like a fleece, but with squares shaved into it at regular intervals. The sheets matched the colour, but the pillowcases were all like the duvet.

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.

There was a huge TV on the far wall and a wall of wardrobes. The bed itself was large enough to hold several people. The covers were made of a deep teal rich Egyptian cotton. I ran my fingers along the pattern. I’d never experience this luxury again. My first and last time… What would it feel like to sleep in this bed every day? To watch TV and eat lots and lots? Heavenly. The only nightmare in this fantasy was the werewolf Alpha, in the form of a sizzling, handsome male. I shuddered at the thought of coming back to reality with a brutal slap.

But that was no longer what I wanted. I had been unconscious for three days. Noah had called in all the healers in the city to see me, but none could figure out what was wrong, until he found the witch who had helped me return to the past. The witch lit some sage around me. She said, “She will wake up soon. She went through a great deal of effort to grant your three wishes. What’s done is done.” Noah had no idea what those three wishes were. Harper called him repeatedly, but Noah said he needed to be with his Luna, not her.

Opening the door to her room, Zhi Rou walked in and was dumbstruck! Her bedroom was as big as the living room they were just in, and the decorations were similar to that of her old place. In the centre of the room against the wall was a king-sized bed covered in lavender bed sheets. A white- and lavender-coloured fluffy blanket was folded on the edge of the bed covering the base. The bed had six pillows on it; the bigger pillows were covered in lavender, the medium in white and the small oval pillows were grey with lavender-coloured stripes running horizontally.

"And Christmas is coming up fast. But remember, wishes don't always come true exactly as we think they will. Sometimes they happen in ways we don't expect." Malaya nodded thoughtfully, then closed her eyes as Laila clasped her hands gently. "Ready to pray?" "Mhm." "Dear Lord," Malaya whispered solemnly, "please bless Mommy and my grandparents and family. Please let me get all the toys on my Christmas list… and please let me get my Christmas wish. Amen." Laila chuckled softly. "Care to tell me what your Christmas wish is, nugget?" Malaya's shoulders curled inward. "I… I don't want you to be mad at me."

“Hmm. It might be too much information for you, but…” “It’s okay.” “Yes.” “I could handle this much, Sire.” “Lady Maharlika, I am very grateful for your help. I really wish I could repay your sincerity.” “Then if I were to wish now, will you gladly grant it Sire?” What would she wish for? Even if it is for a miracle, he would risk what he could to grant anything she would wish for. “I wish to take a leave from work.” But what she wanted was harder than a miracle.

Not bad if I do say so myself, especially after everything I've been through. Tucking myself into bed, I do everything in my power to not think about all of the things that could be in this bed with me, or the things that have happened on this bed. No, don't go there, I don't have time to dwell on what could be. Not while I'm trying to reinvent myself. Clicking the television on, I try to find something that's not an infomercial, reruns of Judge Judy, from back before she started going gray. A yawn splits my face and my eyes suddenly feel so heavy, pulling me into a dreamless sleep.