Words From B E D S I D E Mga Nobela at Kwento

And under the dome are two single beds. “I … wh—” I’m so wrong-footed I can barely get out a word. “Beds.” I turn to Ben and point. “The beds.” “Yes, these are the beds, madame.” Nico gestures at the singles with a proud beam. “This is the bedroom.” “I know those are beds!” I’m gulping for air. “But why are they singles?” “On the website, it shows a super-king bed,” Ben takes over. “I saw a picture of it. Where’s that gone?”

“No, I love it. I really do. It’s just that...” she trailed off, barely whispering. Alexander raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for her to continue. “I-it’s just... isn’t it kind of awkward? Me sleeping here?” she mumbled, scratching her head and looking away. “Why, Nicole? Would you rather sleep in my room instead?” he teased, that wicked smirk back on his face. Her head snapped up, meeting his mischievous gaze. She rolled her eyes again. “No, it’s just embarrassing to stay here, and I didn’t expect you to let me sleep in a room like this. Shouldn’t I be in the maid’s quarters?”

In the middle was a big elevated bed dressed in white sheets and duvets with beautiful plump pillows at the edge. Next to the two sides of the bed were short bedside drawers with lamps on top of them. There was a tall wardrobe at the side of the room and on the other side was a door leading to the bathroom. Sarah laid on the bed moving her hands and legs feeling the materials of the bed dressings. "They are so soft." She sighed, "Very soft." "Yes, they are." Red joined her on the bed. The dou laid there silently for sometime. "How did you say you got the apartment again?" Sarah suddenly asked Red.

She waited for Ben to finish with his arrangements at the receptionist while she yawned countless times. “Let's go!” Ben spoke deeply as she nodded tiredly and began trailing behind him. They got to the VIP section of the hotel and for a second Beatrice was mesmerized by the beauties of the apartment. Her mind clicked suddenly, as she began to search for a room when she entered a luxurious master bedroom. The master king bed was quite so appealing to the sight of Beatrice. 'Oh my God!' Beatrice muttered as she dropped her jacket to the floor and threw herself on the bed.

She said and was gone. The visitors court was a royal bedroom exuding opulence, draped in rich fabrics and adorned with intricate tapestries that tell tales of valor. A grand four-poster bed, its mahogany frame intricately carved, dominated the space. Luxurious velvet curtains, deep crimson in hue, cascaded elegantly around the bed, offering privacy and a sense of regal seclusion.

Chapter: 2 ****** Eighteen Years Later: ****** "Good morning, Boss," Bogo greeted as he entered the bedroom. He walked to his right and flicked on the light switch, flooding the room with blinding brightness from the chandelier. The magnificent bedroom, resembling something from a magazine page, reflected a wealth of vibrant colors. A cream-colored comforter covered the king-sized bed, complemented by a matching white quilt with gold embroidery framing the large windows overlooking the city.

The color was different, the furniture was changed but the bed was the same and then I looked out the window. Hell, it's the same room how couldn't I figure it out before? He kept me in this room back then when I was here. How could I be so dumb? so, he was the one who always whispered those words to me after I was asleep. How much I tried, I was never able to sleep fully at night. I was always half asleep but Now after our marriage that he started to sleep with me, I slept well with my mind at peace. Did he use to sleep in the same bed as me? This Boka. Boka ( A playboy who wants girls only for sex )

He queried back as he wasn't in the mood to listen when she talked then. “Voglio dire, hai qualche preferenza sul lato del letto? Ti piace occupare il lato destro o sinistro del letto?….( I mean do you have any preference over the bed side? Like do you like to occupy the right side of the bed or left?….)” He felt a bit of irritation. As Veronica was explaining word by word to him. He scoffed, furrowing his thick pair of brows, “Va bene ... va bene ... Smettila di spiegare. Capisco cosa significa capezzale ( Okay.. okay… Stop explaining. I am not a child. I understand what bedsides means ),”

Bethany "Ok Beth this is your room; my bedroom is two doors down and Bella's room is in between us, ok?" I nod with a small smile as Brooke opens up the large wooden door in front of me. I step inside and the room is massive, a lot bigger than my room back home. There is a queen-size bed with grey and mustard silk sheets, a duvet cover, and pillowcases all matching.

A bedroom. There is a king-sized bed, and nightstands on both sides, with bedside lamps, white sheets stretched over the bed, and silk pillows, it looks tidy but well-used. The wardrobe on one side had me crossing over, I opened a door and peeked inside to see a few finely pressed suits and shirts hanging on. Three pairs of dress shoes and two black Adidas trainers are lined at the bottom. I turned to him with wide eyes. There is a black leather couch pushed against one side of the wall, and a treadmill on the other side. Then I see what looks like a bathroom on the other side, “It's a whole bedroom in here”