Visual Novel Bedroom Novels & Stories

All day today, even with tons of other females around, he looked at me like I was the only one in the room. “Wow, that’s… beautiful,” I say, my cheeks heating again. She nods. “My favorite. This is in our bedroom. How would you feel about full nude,” she questions, tilting her head to the side. I immediately shake my head. She holds up a finger and moves to show me the pictures she just took. My jaw practically hits the floor. “That’s me,” I say, practically in a squeal. She laughs.

Mateo Ortega was entangled with another woman, their lips locked in a slow, sultry kiss in his bedroom Within his estate. The master bedroom felt like a warm nest, bathed in soft natural light filtering through the leaves of a tree that shaded the window. The grand-size bed, centered against a dusty rose-colored wall with a black undertone, seemed to command a quiet, moody atmosphere, dim, still, and intimate.

Me: Whatever, gotta go now, goodnight! I take a deep breath and walk into Vera’s bedroom. The room is painted in soft pink colors, with glow in the dark stars on the ceiling to help her fall asleep. There’s a kids bookshelves by the side and Vera’s on the toddler bed, tucked in and ready for story time. Devon’s slumped on the tiny chair beside her bed, it feels weird to see him like this- no suit, no intimidating frown, just a father ready for story time with his daughter, I don’t know why my heart tugs so achingly.

"You can't adapt to this kind of life. The bed here is only enough for one person. Please leave immediately!" "How do you know I can't adapt?" Nash retorted. "Since you've said that, I'm more determined to show you whether I can adapt or not!" He immediately got up and walked towards her bedroom. The bedroom had a girlish style. With a bed only one and a half meters wide, adorned with a pink canopy, and several rabbit-shaped pillows. It was nothing like the style when they were together. Seeing him walk in without hesitation, it felt like being caught naked, with everything exposed to him. "What will it take for you to leave?" Nina asked.

I told him and he nodded. I climbed up a couple of stairs to the bedroom. Savoring the place I had always dreamt of, we stopped in front of the bedroom. "Here Gianna. We're not allowed to go inside the boss's bedroom." He pointed at the door. "Okay, thank you, David." I smiled and waved at him as he walked downstairs. I slowly walked inside the bedroom and the light was already switched on. 'Oh my god, this room is heaven on earth. Just take a good look at the king-size bed with a fluffy mattress. And the interior is black. I know that I don't like black but goodness this is beautiful and so masculine. I love this,'

I can picture us in bed together watching a scary movie where she moves against me after something frightens her. The closet, directly across from me, has a door that looks slightly off its hinge. I move into the room to check it out. The only things inside are clothes and shoes. Fixing the door is now on my list of things to do. The flame of a candle dancing on her dresser makes the subtle golden glow soothing and comforting. A breeze sneaks in through another window with no bars. There aren’t any deterrents to stop people from coming inside. Raina sleeps heavily, her bare chest rising and falling with every breath. The blanket slips down to reveal her nipple. Jesus. Blood rushes directly t

His room was bigger than hers, with a small living room with a sofa, a TV with a video game console, a minibar, a desk with a laptop, and a printer. Then came the bedroom. The wall in front of the bed was covered with a giant picture of a forest, which gave the impression that the bed was in the middle of the woods. On the bedside tables was a photo of a little boy sitting on the lap of a woman who looked a lot like Nolan. On the other side was a door that probably led to the closet and bathroom. His scent was so strong there that it felt like he was hugging her. Mia couldn't resist and lay down on his bed, hugging the pillow, letting his scent envelop her.

RHODA When I wake up, I’m no longer in the basement but lying in a comfortable, warm bed. For the briefest second, I think I dreamt of the cruelty and pain I witnessed in that horrible cellar. But that fantasy ends as soon as I open my eyes. I don’t recognize the room I’m in. The bedroom is modern, with light beech furniture and gold accents. The bedding and curtains are shades of turquoise and sand and give a touch of surprising sophistication. A large window stretches across the wall, drawing in natural light and presenting an incredible view of the garden below. The room is light and airy, unbelievable for a mad, murderous nutjob.

“So, I guess you don’t want me to burn these shoes, huh?” I blink uncontrollably, my face turning into a tomato again. I quickly look down, “Uh....um....sorry.” I stammered. She giggled slightly and went inside. I hesitated; I had never been in a woman’s room before. Other than my sister, but that didn’t count. Carefully I peered inside, and was shell shocked. Her room was huge! The largest four poster bed I have even seen was positioned on one side while the other was decorated like a cozy living room. A loveseat and coffee table were placed against the wall facing a huge TV with a gaming system attached. She had a tall bookcase beside it with blurays and books. Curiously I looked at her co

He pressed a button on a small silver remote. The wall shimmered and transformed into a high-definition screen. My breath caught. It was a bedroom, luxurious, decadent, and sickeningly familiar. Viktor Volkov was there, sprawled on a fur rug, his eyes closed in a look of bored Leonine pleasure while a blonde woman moved over him, her head bobbing rhythmically.