Visual Novel Bedroom Novels & Stories

The more private the better. Well, what do you know, his bedroom. Great, I can just slit his throat and then leave. No one would know he's dead because they will all think he's sleeping. Giving me time to leave this filthy hell hole. Except it's not filthy at all. His bedroom looks like something out of a magazine. Grey, white, and black are the themes. The king-size bed has a grey duvet draped over it with two pillows resting against the headboard. There's a bedside table on each side with only a lamp sitting on it. I wonder why he'd need two bedside tables but I don't ask. He's also got a balcony and I'm about to go have a look at it when I remember that I'm not here to explore. I spin aro

“Come on, let me show you the bedroom.” Something about his words made my wolf awaken with desire. Why the bedroom? Why not say the whole house? I placed my hand in his, and he pulled me into the hallway. Our bedroom was at the far end of the hallway, and it was designed very manly. “They weren't expecting me to arrive with my mate, and I wasn't either,” Corni said, taking in the masculine decoration of the bedroom. Black bedding, black tiles, a black and golden wardrobe, and chocolate light curtains.

************** CHAPTER 73 ~Kaia’s POV~ It was my first time entering Blaze’s bedroom and taking a proper look at it. The previous time, during our love-making session, I was too far gone. When I woke up. I ran off without a second thought. lovemaking I must say, the bedroom was as extravagant as the rest of the mansion, with a king-sized bed that looked more like a cloud and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city lights.

Her bedroom is a beautiful room where she has a fireplace in her room and a huge bed with a small balcony on the right side of the fireplace. After debating a lot with herself Jeevika furiously moved out of her bedroom and made her way to his bedroom. ' You'll for sure gonna regret it Jeevika! Then let it be! ' Jeevika thought before knocking on the huge wooden door two or three times. When no one answered she turned to walk back but on her halfway she turned back and twisted the nob while saying " I'm coming in "

I am kissing Nikolay Gilbert and he is my favorite sin. "Forgive me, Father, I am on" my knees for Daddy. Nikolay opens the door to his room, kicking it shut once we enter. His scent is all over me, his marks are on me. His want is on me. His hunger is ruining me. He drops me on his bed and my eyes do a sweep of the room. It is plain. There are no colors. Just white everywhere with furniture of oak wood framing the bed, the wardrobe, the desk by the window, and a treadmill on one end. I see stacks of books everywhere though.

My lips widens into a smile and as I watched my brother have fun with teasing me. We are in my bedroom. The walls are painted royal blue and so is every furniture in my room. There is a couch and sofa in front of my bed with a step by step center table as they face my TV hung on the wall. On the wall are our family picture, my best friend and I and one of Aiden. At the corner of the room is a mini fridge and a vase. "You are one hell of a lucky vampire", he plays with my cheeks as he makes cute faces.

By the time we got to the third floor I’d counted at least a dozen more people who’d stopped to stare at us, and I was starting to understand why Victoria had been so desperate to get rid of me. Luca’s room was at the end of another long hallway, and when he pushed open the door I was surprised by how normal it looked. I’d been expecting something grand and alpha-like, but instead it was just a regular bedroom with a massive bed and dark furniture and windows that overlooked the forest.

So I take her straight to my bedroom, where no one else can mock her or hurt her… *** The moment we enter my bedroom, I shut the door behind us, muffling the outside noise, leaving only the quiet hum of the fireplace and the faint dripping of water from our soaked clothes. I adjust Kira slightly on my lap. "Hey, you're okay now," I tell her. "You can let go." She hesitates, her fingers still clutching the fabric of my shirt but slowly, she pulls back, her arms slipping away. I watch as she takes in the room, her wide eyes tracing the massive bookshelves lining the walls, the large four-poster bed, and the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the moonlit forest. "Wow," she murmurs. "Your ro

She didn’t move, afraid of breaking the spell of that quietness. Morning light entered through a simple window, without curtains, painting the room in pale gold. This was not her minimalist apartment, a carefully curated setting for a perfect life. This was Valentim’s room. Small, functional, almost Spartan. The walls were exposed brick, a wide, solid iron bed was the focal point, a massive wooden dresser chipped from use, and stacks of art books scattered across the floor. It was a space that belonged to a man—a refuge, not an exhibition. The air smelled of him: waxed wood, oil paint, and, more subtly, the dry scent of sex and the sweet sweat of his skin. She turned on the pillow, the rough

“No. It looks great on you.” He walked her up to the third floor, with just one room there. It was an open-plan bedroom with no doors other than the one leading into the adjoining bathroom. There was another flight of stairs leading up, but Veil resisted the urge to ask him what was there. “This looks really pretty,” she breathed, walking around the huge bed to the artwork on the wall. It was a painting of a beautiful woman with beautiful red curls and piercing green eyes. There was a scribbling underneath it. It read – Camila, red as fire, green as the forest. Yet, after all this time, the burning sun never says to the lush nature, you don’t compliment me.