Visual Novel Bedroom の小説・ストーリー

"Don’t worry. We have many other bedrooms." "Then-" and once again he cut me off. "Because I don't trust that everyone in this house has fed. I won't risk it..." He said. And with that he turned and left. Leaving me in his room...alone. I had to admit that his room was very simple. The duvets were black and white. The carpet was dark blue and the curtains dark red. He had a large desk in the corner which was stacked with the most unexpected things. Reading books! Actual leisure READING books. They ranged from horror to sci-fi. Most of them were written by a famous hunter author named Vladimir Rodriguez. Those books were mainly the "fiction" ones. They were fiction to humans, but all too real

I replied. I whispered something to Valentina before climbing the stairs to what I assumed was their master bedroom. As I entered the room, I couldn't help but appreciate its simplicity yet comfortable feel. The walls were painted a soothing shade of blue, and in the center of the room stood a king-sized bed, complete with a large standing fan to keep the room cool. The floor was beautifully marbled with dark blue and white carpet.

infact, I didn't actually see shit because I was terribly blinded by animal lust and I had just wanted to be fucked. Seven fucking orgasms later, my eyes were clear and I could notice the surroundings around me. As expected...not surprised at all, his bedroom had dark aesthetics, but not as much as his bathroom. And again, his bed was bigger than normal...triple king sized. Five people of the same size as I could sleep on this bed and there would be enough space for extra two. He carefully placed me on the bed as I continued to check his room out. He had a standing shelf by the corner, surprisingly, filled with with books. Hmm, never thought, he read books.

In the centre of the room was a king size four poster bed with cream linen . I smile as I notice the t-shirt on the edge of the bed , picking it up I inhale his scent and feel my core throb . Goddess this man is getting to me , would it be bad for me to take my mate or would it go against everything I had drilled into myself . My wolf growls at me for my thought process .

I spat, swallowing the despair in my throat as I tried to brace myself and get ready for the hell that awaited me in Enzo’s house. “Where is my room?” I inquired and without saying another word or even trying to force me to walk, one of the maids walked before me while the other stayed behind me. Finally coming to halt, the door opened and I stepped in, it was as though Enzo was expecting me in his house already. The bed was well made, the wallpapers looked beautiful and everything was covered with my favorite color, purple. There were posters of my favorite anime characters on the wall and as much as I loved the sight of my new room, it was also very creepy.

Elena Whitmore's Point Of View. The football match ended after an hour, but I knew that the real game was just beginning. Marcus tugged my leash and pulled me gently. “Come on, bitch. Time for your real dinner.” He led me on all fours down the hallway into the large master bedroom. The room was dimly lit with warm, seductive lighting. The walls were decorated with several large, artistic photographs and paintings of naked women in submissive poses; some kneeling, some bound, some being used. On one wall there was even a framed collection of Polaroid photos showing different girls in collars, clearly taken in this very room.

“You’ve been in love with me since ‘Neon Veins,’ haven’t you?” “Since the first listen,” he admitted. She tilted her head. “You ever think about what you’d do if you got five minutes alone with me?” His mouth went desert-dry. “All the time.” Nova stood. Walked to a narrow door at the back of the bus, her private bedroom, he realized. She opened it, looked over her shoulder. “Then come find out.” Caleb followed on legs that felt borrowed. The bedroom was small but luxurious: king bed with black satin sheets, mirrored ceiling, soft red rope lights outlining the headboard. A black duffel sat unzipped on the floor. Nova kicked the door shut, locked it.

Alex inquired, a playful glint in his eyes. I smiled, my curiosity piqued by the mystery of this grand abode. “Where is your bedroom?” I asked, eager to explore this personal space of his. “Good question,” Alex replied, his voice laced with a hint of playfulness. He wrapped his arms around me in a warm embrace, leading me towards the bedroom. As the door to the bedroom opened, our clothes were already on the floor, scattered. The bedroom was a testament to luxury, with a large, plush bed that promised comfort. We made love for a good 2 hours, lost in each other's presence, exploring the depths of our relationship in the most intimate way.

“and our Luna us upstairs in your bedroom.” “Ok thanks mom” grabbing an apple eating it I head upstairs to my room. As I get to the top of the stairs her scent wafts towards me, I don’t think I will ever get bored of that smell. I finished my apple, pips and everything. Yes I eat the whole damn thing. Before I enter my room, or I should say our room, I drag my hands through my hair and take a deep breath. I open one of the double doors and step into my room closing the door behind me. My room is one of my favourite places, it’s my own sanctuary, like the rest of the house I tried to keep it cosy bright and airy, mixture of soft grey tones wooden furniture and modern touches, not as stylish a

blow it” Viviana said to me while sitting on the bed. “Aaww then you’d be all alone” I said while making my way over to the bed to sit next to her. It was a king size bed that had a violet comforter 4 white pillows and one small black pillow with large L in cursive that had been stitched in. I sat down and grabbed the small pillow to inspect it. If I didn’t know any better I’d think they used real gold for the stiching. I placed it on my lap and looked around. The room was large with an all white vanity up against the further wall, a large flat-screen TV directly in front of the bed. A walk in closet that was empty, of course, and my own bathroom. There was a small glass door by the vanity