Viral Booktok Chair Novels & Stories

"This thing will protect you during fights, it can do everything you old chair can do but more, it's way faster, and with its aerodynamic design you can travel at the speed of sound in this and feel no discomfort." "This thing is no longer just a chair to get around now, it's your shield and your spear. There are also a few magic devices installed inside, such as void storage space and Ecko. Connect with it and see." "Okay, I will give it a try," Melody said cautiously. Xasha took her from the couch and placed her in her new chair. She stayed silent for a few moments as she wiggled around to get a feel, "it's so comfortable. My mind feels so calm and open."

"Oh, don't pout. You know I'm just giving you shit. Taylor said you like real talk anyway. That right? You like us when we're a little bitchy?" I gestured for her to sit. Rather than use the desk's chair, though, she sat down on the desktop. The usual rebuke came by reflex. "In the chair, please. Those surfaces aren't built to take a hundred-some pounds of weight on them. It breaks the brackets that hold the desktop in place." "Yeah, but if I sit in the chair, how you gonna see how cute my panties look." She lifted her skirt, flashing me a glimpse of something black, or maybe dark red, underneath.

I can literally feel my tail bone digging into the unforgiving wood. The usher steps aside and sure enough, there’s a man standing behind her with a double padded chair. The backs and arms of the chair are equally padded with what looks like soft, comfy foam covered in shiny velvet. Expensive velvet. My shocked gaze lowers and I discover the bubble wrap still covering the legs of the furniture. “Did you buy a brand new chair? Who asked you to do this?” Her gaze strays to Silvan but she looks away so fast, I wonder if I’d imagined it.

Liam continued, "my dad did something cool. He let me build a fort under it." "Under the desk?" "Yeah," Liam said. "It became my cave. I would sit under there while he worked, and I would draw. And he would pass me secret notes." He looked at Ethan. "It wasn't his desk anymore. It was our headquarters." He pointed to the leather armchair. "That chair?" he said. "It spins. Really fast." Ethan looked at the chair. "It does?" "And," Liam said, leaning in, "it's big enough for two people. If one of them is a tiger."

Everything runs perfectly at my grilled‑fish restaurant until a famous food‑blogger Brandon Cooper turns up unannounced to film a review. To my horror, the moment he gets a good look at the fish in my tanks, his face goes pale. "Look, everyone! This is an endangered fish. Eat any one of these, and you could end up behind bars!" Overnight, my restaurant's shut down, I'm under investigation, and my entire family's being harassed online. Everything I've built over the past ten years is nearly destroyed. Once the investigation findings came out, the truth finally came to light. I got my chance to turn the tables. "I've lost at least two million dollars since my restaurant was shut down. It'

A fully stocked changing table with wood that matched the crib sat along the far wall. The beautiful, wooden rocking chair in the corner caught my eye. A giant, brown teddy bear with a peach bow smiled at me from the seat. I walked over to run my hand along the back of the chair. “That was my great grandmother’s rocking chair,” Devon told me. “Several generations of Booker babies have been rocked to sleep in that chair.” It was all so beautiful and overwhelming. I couldn’t believe that they had managed to transform this room in the amount of time that I had been gone.

Really difficult. I finally allowed the tears to set themselves free as I watched Ivan thrust hard and fast into the girl from behind, her screams filled the air but Ivan would only bury her face more in the bed making her shouts come out in a muffle. It was killing me but who the hell am I to be jealous? The chair vibrated and before I knew what was going on, I felt something really hard make its way inside my pussy and out of it almost immediately. I moved and tried to stand up but I couldn’t because of the restraints and that was when it dawned on me, the reason why the chair was so wide was because it was a sex chair dildo and that was when it dawned on me.

“I wonder what that is.” He wouldn’t have to guess for long. Because as soon as we got home, his “special” surprise was already waiting for him. A chair. “There it is,” I said, gesturing toward the single chair sitting in the middle of his home office. He stared at it, confused. “Uh… what exactly are we going to do with a chair, Lo?” I opened the first drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs I figured he owned unsure of which purpose. Victoria once said, ‘Tease, spice, and wildness’ make a perfect mix. This was exactly what I had in mind.

"You’re in my seat." His voice was low, smooth, and honestly sounded like he expected the whole world to stop turning just because he spoke. I finally looked up. The guy standing there was, unfortunately, the hottest person I had ever seen in my life, which was so unfair. He had dark hair pushed back from his forehead and eyes that were seriously like ice. He definitely wasn't smiling. I blinked at him. "There wasn’t a name tag on it, dude." A few people in the room let out this collective breath. The guy—Cain, according to his notebook nameplate—narrowed his eyes. "It’s my chair," he repeated. "It’s been my chair for three years. Move."

VERONICA The leather of the executive chair creaked beneath my weight as I anchored myself onto Collins’s lap, my red stilettos locking him in place. He didn't move. He barely breathed. He just lay back against the cushions, his eyes wide and completely glazed over with a toxic cocktail of terror and pure, animalistic arousal. The streak of blood-red lipstick I’d smeared across his lower lip made him look entirely unmade—a pristine corporate god reduced to a trembling, broken captive in his own office.