Visual Novel Bedroom Novels & Stories

“We’ll freshen up and make breakfast.” “And coffee,” Nico adds. “And fruit,” Vincenzo says. I nod happily. Nothing beats having breakfast in bed, fully prepared by the men you love, after a wonderful and fulfilling sex. I sink into the pillows, taking a good look at Vincenzo's room while they step out, one by one, to shower and dress. Vincenzo's room is simple and classy in his white and black settings. One look at the curtains, couch, bed, table and almost every other thing in the room and you could tell how expensive they are.

For some reason, Vic imagined that it would be a woman, probably, the image was inspired by the look of the bedroom, which is distinguished precisely by women's decoration - lace pillowcases on pillows on the bed, a canopy decorated with ruffles, lying on the floor, needlework laid out on the table. And in the open door of the closet, elegant dresses were visible. But he was mistaken, in the darkness of the corridor a staggering figure of a young guy appeared.

He leads us upstairs to a bedroom, his expression unreadable. The bedroom is elegant and modern, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a stunning view of the ocean and mountains in the distance. The light from the moon filters in, casting a soft glow on the white walls. A large bed sits against one wall, its covers neatly folded and inviting. I'm lifted by Lucien, his arms strong and steady. I'm placed on the bed, and I try to relax, but the pain is overwhelming. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to control my breathing.

"You can leave Mateo." "Yes Lord Vincent," He bowed in respect and left, closing the door behind him. Vincent sat across a large desk a few feet away from the door. It held piles of daunting paperwork. He seemed busy scribbling on some of it and at intervals stamping them. Isadora looked around the place. Much to her surprise, the room held many decorations in bright colors with the nostalgic aesthetic of a teenage boy's typical bedroom excluding shenanigans. The bedroom had two beds, one was large and as mighty as the owner himself, and the other layed low at the far corner of the bedroom, a sharp miserable contrast to the main bed

Nora and Jay's eyes widen in shock as they take in the unexpected sight before them. The room, now fully exposed, holds an air of secrecy and mystery. The revelation leaves Nora and Jay momentarily speechless, their minds racing with questions. Nora remains frozen in her spot, her eyes darting around the mysterious room, unsure of what to make of the unexpected discovery. Meanwhile, Jay wastes no time and eagerly steps into the room, emitting a satisfied whistle as he takes in the contents. His exploration reveals a bed positioned at the center, accompanied by various toys, seemingly intended for bondage games. The dim lighting, cast in shades of red and purple, adds a sensual ambiance to th

Zoey's eyes widened in surprise, what was really wrong with this guy who made her heart thump so loudly. He held her hand. "Though I say, when you say things and speak your feelings, you will never regret." He smiled a little. "We have spent a lot of time here, let us leave," He stood up and motioned her to dk the same. ** The modern bedroom was large, with a king bed and a large wardrobe, the master bedroom was cool, anyone would pay thousands of dollars to get themselves such room. The room creaked opened a little, and Nova came in, tiptoeing, slowly, she hut the door close and leaned on it.

There were pink details everywhere—velvet cushions scattered across the enormous bed, fluffy blankets folded over armchairs, dried flowers arranged in pale ceramic vases, and pink curtains softening the sight of the snow beyond the windows. The bedroom smelled like vanilla, tea, and floral perfume, and for the first time since I arrived in Verisure, the place seemed genuinely feminine, welcoming, and safe. My hands barely obeyed when I tried to pull the blanket from my shoulders. Ravok remained near the bed, completely motionless, still dripping water onto the bedroom’s pale rug. The snow trapped in his hair had already melted, leaving dark strands clinging to his forehead and neck. Romeo ob

“‘Well, it’s exactly the reason I stayed up late last night. I was talking with Anya. Poor kid’s name was Aleksandr, right?’ “My ears pricked up at the mention of my name. “‘Yeah,’ the roommate answered. ‘Aleksandr Babuzka or something.’ “I had a very strong feeling they were talking about me and I took that as permission to further infringe on their privacy. First, I closed my eyes and then stepped right through the door. When I opened my eyes again, I was already inside the room and could see the two girls plain as day. The first kunoichi was sitting in front of a dressing table and combing her long black hair. “‘Poor thing,’ the second kunoichi said from her bed. “She was still lying on h

I went inside and I shut the door from inside. I leaned on the door to catch my breath, and I plopped to the floor, taking a deep breath. Damn, I had run like a fucking lunatic, and now I’m gasping for air. Damn, this room is large and so fucking cute. His bedroom has a theme of white, blue, and black. It looked very manly, yet I find it alluring and beautiful. His bed is so large that five people can comfortably lie on it without complaints. There was a huge TV on the wall right above the fireplace. His ottoman and other luxury fixtures are top-notch. He sure has taste for the good stuff.

I contemplate on whether to walk in or go away, but I decide to go in. I don't want to carry this heavy basket to the laundry room only to bring it back later on. I carefully stretch my hand forward to the door knob and creak it open. I close my eyes and make a silent prayer, before walking into the very sophisticated bedroom which happens to be void of any human. I close the door behind me and scan around the bedroom, which was supposed to be mine. The fact that Mia shares this bedroom with my mate causes my heart to bleed and I wish I could kill her to end all this madness.