Words From B E D S I D E Novels & Stories

Even if it meant burning the entire world down to do it. The quiet hum of the night filled the bedroom, broken only by the soft sound of Brenda’s steady breathing beside me. She had long drifted into sleep, her body curled slightly on her side, her hair spilling over the pillow in waves. Her face, illuminated by the dim glow of the bedside lamp, looked peaceful, untroubled—completely unaware of the storm brewing inside my mind.

Chapter 14 _______ MARIAH My heart was pounding with excitement as I got out of the warm bath to see a towel for me along with one of the King's shirts laid on the bed. He wanted me to stay in his chambers for the night and that was enough to excite me. He would probably be coming back later and I would get the opportunity to tease him again.

As incredulous as the idea sounded, it filled me with hope for a positive outcome. "The inn's right around the corner." Bryan announced as he looked away from me. I soon realised why Bryan looked away when he said he had gotten us rooms. He seems to have forgotten to put the 'S' at the back of the word 'room'. "At least it isn't a single bed." I sighed, as we stood in front of our room. There was a single bunk bed on one side and a single bed on the other side, three bedside drawers, and two wardrobes neatly arranged near the beds.

Alice replied with a hoarse voice, typical of someone who is still asleep but forced to respond to someone else's call. "Go to your room for sleep." "Hmm ..." Alice, with her head still spinning from just waking up, completely forgot that Jordi was still in her room. She opened the bedroom door and climbed onto the bed. Let's assume Alice was not very aware at all because her sleepiness was greater than anything else. And finally, Alice and Jordi both fell asleep on Alice's bed, which was only one hundred twenty centimeters by one hundred centimeters. Narrow? Of course it's cramped. But they are comfortable sleeping together, hugging each other.

I need to trust that and not some insecure babble floating through my brain. When I walk into his bedroom, I’m immediately surrounded by Aiden. His house is clean and pretty much clear of clutter, but his king-size bed is unmade. The dark gray bedding flung about as if he didn’t sleep very well last night. I’m not about to snoop through his things, but how can I possibly resist crawling into his bed when his body is the last one to lay here and it’s covered in his scent?

She whispered. "Agreed to do what," he asked. "Simple, we will… "Wait, like in the movie, you want us to be bedmates," he yelled. She nodded. "Something like that," Louis shook his head and stepped away. His heart seemed to be hurting as he realized her intention. "You want us to be bedmates," he repeated. Andrea smiled at the look on his face. "It's a very good offer, don't you think?" "Relationships shouldn't be based on sex...

In his sleep, he shuffled aggressively. "Eric!" "Eric!" His eyes widened in horror, his fast breathing causing his heart to race, and when he saw bright green eyes staring back at him, he almost choked on his own spit. Melissa was throwing clothes in his direction on the bed, and he wiped his mouth from the drool. It was evident she was hurrying, a bit of stress on her face as she even threw him his shoes. He had just woken up, and he lethargically asked, "Why did you wake me up?" His blond curls were disheveled over his head, and he was scratching his tummy, "I was eating—"

Martinez’s POV The room was warm, lit only by the golden glow of the bedside lamps. Rodah was asleep. She was curled on her side in the middle of the massive mattress, her black silk robe twisted around her small frame. Her breathing was steady, her face calm in the soft light. The heavy SIG Sauer lay on the nightstand right beside her hand.

THE EMPTY SIDE OF THE BED I woke before dawn. The mattress beside me was cold. Cold in a way that meant no one had slept there at all. I lay still for a moment, listening to the Harrison Estate settle around me. The bedroom was the size of most people's apartments. Crystal chandeliers, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan. And absolutely nothing that said Adrian and I belonged here together. No photos of us on the walls. No wedding picture on the nightstand. Nothing that proved we were anything more than two people sharing square footage.

He made his way straight to his own room, carefully placing Dean on the soft bed. The moment his body touched the bed, Dean immediately stiffened. His gaze fixed on the familiar bed in front of him, and an overwhelming sense of resistance and fear surged within him. He remembered Ben's words: “For others, a bed is for sleeping, but for you, the bed’s purpose is to let a man pin you down.” The words lingered in his mind like a curse, preventing him from coming near the bed. Even sitting on it felt like unbearable torture, every inch of the bed was a reminder of the pain he couldn't escape.