Two Queens In A King Size Bed Novels & Stories

She even pushed herself covered with a blanket. It was only six in the morning but Reign and I were awake. After all, Keziah had almost occupied the whole bed. We just need to sleep on the floor and Kez will make this queen size bed. She was very sleepy. You can tell she doesn't want anyone next to her to sleep with because she still lacks a queen size bed. It's embarrassing to stand next to Kez.

Alexander becomes confuse and he also wakes up from the bed and asked" What happened? why are you shouting my Queen? And what type of question is that ? This is my room , my bed so I am sleeping in my bed" Victoria looks at Alexander more angrily and said" I know this is your room your bed your royal highness. But I am here sleeping in your bed so, you should go and sleep ithere". Saying that she points to sofa which was beside there bed. Hearing this Alexander didn't knew what to say. He the great King Alexander Knight of Country A will be sleeping in sofa. He laughs " Hahahhahhahha hahhahahha hahhahahh hahahha, My Queen, have you lost your mind or something. My Queen you want me to sleep

I’m well aware of how small the master bedroom in my apartment is, the bed and my wardrobe barely leave enough space for anything else to be placed in it. “It’s not a dwarf-bed, it’s a Queen bed! Designed for the Queen herself,” I fan myself with a hand. “A Queen who doesn’t even want to share her blanket.” “Like I said, I’m a Queen. So it’s already at its maximum capacity.” Seeing one corner of his lips being lifted makes my heart feel at ease, because I thought we’d be in a non-speaking condition again due to my rejection on being his sugar baby but now, we are having a cute banter, proved by that small reaction of his.

He finishes saying and heave a sigh. Wow. Hillary is such a talkative. Anyway, all he's said seem to make sense to him and to Nicholas, who has remained silent since. Following, I hear something fall down. The sound is rattling, which gives me the sense that it must have been something metal. I focus on the room again. The bed is a king-sized bed. This doesn't make sense, but I always do wonder why there aren't Queen-sized bed. I mean, is everything not supposed to be equal?

They're a little loose but still an upgrade from the heels I was wearing when I arrived. With another deep breath, I grasp the cool metal doorknob and turn. The bedroom, lit by one small night lamp, is large and Spartan. The Spanish tiled floor has colorful area rugs spread around. A simple white bedspread covers the four-poster bed. Mosquito netting tied to the posts gives the room an almost feminine quality. I squint into the shadows and notice King sitting at a small table in the corner. He's watching me so intensely goose bumps break out along my skin.

The King agreed as he sat on his bed. The King yawned and scratched at the tiny grey hairs growing from his beard. He was getting older, and his body was beginning to age accordingly. The sheets that had previously covered him fell to his waist to display his muscular chest. The Queen, unfazed by her beloved, walked back and forth across the room. The royal chamber held a King sized bed fit for Royalty, but the room itself also contained a desk and a couple of bookshelves with books about Royal duties. The Queen picked up a couple as she opened them and read a couple of pages.

I whisper nervously as tears begins to slip from my eyes "Cindy come on, no tears now. Remember you're in control besides you can't cry on the first night you spend in the queen's quarters"He says chuckling as he playfully taps my nose. "The queen quarters?"I asked confused as I stare around the room, am currently laying on a very wide bed that's big and four times the size of my old bed. The room is four times bigger than the little bedroom in the attic, a beautiful wooden large vanity is situated at the side of the room. Large painting which probably cost a fortune decorates the walls of the room.

She disappeared again in another door beside the one she came out with. He looked around the bedroom. The queen sized bed is at the center of the room and it has wooden side cabinets. At the bottom side of the bed is a small couch. There is a flat screened tv just across it. On the left side of the room is what seemed to be a working table. There are books neatly arranged. On the right side on the other hand are two more doors. The one is for a mini walk in closet which he had a chance to peek when she entered it a while ago. The other door is the bathroom, where she is still in. In a typical family, this is supposed to be the master’s bedroom.

In the queen’s chamber, the air was thick with warmth and the faint scent of roses and sandalwood that lingered from the night before. On the grand silk bed, two figures slept entwined—King Zerach and Queen Freda. Their bodies were wrapped around each other, their breaths falling in perfect rhythm. The bedsheets were tangled, marked by the wildness of their love. On their skin, faint red trails glowed under the morning light—marks of passion, the silent evidence of a night that had been anything but gentle. It was not just love; it was a battle of desire—the kind of connection that burned through soul and skin alike.

"The bed? You want us to sleep in the bed?" "Obviously." "I can sleep on the couch," I offered quickly, glancing at the leather sofa in the corner. "It looks comfortable. Or I can sleep on the floor with a pillow." "No," Sebastian said, his tone final. "The maids change the sheets every morning. If only one side of the bed is slept in, they will know. We sleep in the bed." "But—" "It is a king-sized mattress, Isabella," he cut in, looking amused by my visible panic. "It is six feet wide. You can stay on your side. I will stay on mine. I promise I will not attack you."