Two Queens In A King Size Bed Mga Nobela at Kwento

She sat up and looked down the ravine and saw that she was surrounded by smaller mountain ranges from either direction she looked. Her bed was placed perfectly in between the two extremely steep mountain sides. She was wearing a silky cornflower blue nightgown and black house shoes. Her hair was parted down the middle and fell down in perfect waves that cascaded down her back. She shifted in bed and her hand bumped something behind her. She turned to see a chess board on the bed with her. In the middle of the chess board were two pieces. The white king stood facing the black queen in the middle of the board. Meredith stared at them for a moment wondering where all the other pieces were.

Chapter 7: The King's personal slave THE CEO ALPHA KING Writer's POV Serena walked into the large bedroom of the king and couldn't help but admire its beauty. Just like hers, there was a huge king sized bed at the center of the room, a door at the right to a walk-in closet whose door was opened to reveal rows of suits. Huge silk drapes fell from the high windows, blocking out the morning sun. A working table was just at the left side of the room in front of a shelf that ran from one end to the other of the room.

The king-sized bed was turned down and strewn with a colorful array of petals. “How did you do this?”

I wasn't a member of the royal pack, yet he was making me stay here. She peeled the door open and I gasped. Carefully walked in, afraid to dirty the room just for being in there. Riley closed the shut beside me, leaving me in the room. This room belonged to a queen. It had all the luxuries fit for only the royal blue. A queen size magnificent tent bed stood proudly in the middle of the room. Soft looking cushions lined up in a circle with a table between it. I walked further into the room. There were two doors, standing side my side.

I open the door, and we both gasp standing stock still, admiring the room fit for a queen. It’s really something out of a fairy tale. My room is spacious, made up in the palest cream and gold undertones. Soft cream shaggy carpeting covers the entire floor. A huge king-sized bed with matching side tables commands the center, flanked by two plush single sofas separated by a low table. A massive fifty-inch TV sits on a console.

It's time to look around the room for other options. The queen-sized bed has four posts that reach the ceiling, a canopy draping off like the hem of a gown. No doubt in my mind; that burgundy blanket and the pillows that match it is expensive silk. It's the kind of place I'd dream about lounging in. But right now, I rush to the shelves, frantically searching for something sharp.

"Go ahead, both are bedrooms for now. Pick whichever one you want." And of course, the bedroom didn't fall short: a King-sized bed with a great mattress, high-quality burgundy silk sheets, and a variety of pillows (so soft). Not to mention the bathroom: a tub for two, double sinks, plenty of counter space, prestigious or artisanal toiletries, fluffy high-quality towels, and enough shelves. Too much space for just one person. My subconscious smiles in approval of the space but keeps reminding me that I’m only staying for one night.

he flicks his hand dismissively, and I shrug, convinced he probably can't play at all. The door directly across from his is my enemy's, and the one beside it would be mine if I agreed to be mated to the brothers. It's beautiful. Purple walls instead of the common grey I've seen so far. A queen-sized bed sits at the center, with a white headboard rimmed with what looks like real gold. One wall is lined with books from floor to ceiling, with a sliding ladder resting against it. “It's different from the others,” I say, more to myself than to him.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

“I hope it wasn’t anything I did…” “It’s what I did,” he says with a shrug, refilling his glass from a decanter on a side table. The king’s room couldn’t be more different from the queen’s. While I’m over there in a dollhouse built out of cupcakes, he’s practically drowning in a pool of testosterone. The four poster bed is topped with finials of carved wooden antlers. Mounted deer heads look down on us from every wall, and a taxidermized cougar is caught mid-spring above the enormous mantle.