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

Dominicus says softly behind me. With trembling hands, I slowly reach out and open the door. As I walk in and look around, a choked sob escapes me. The master bedroom is a perfect blend of comfort and beauty. The king-sized bed is the focal point, dressed in the exact bedding I had fallen in love with - a soft, cloud-like duvet in a soothing sage green, piled high with pillows in various complementary shades and textures. On either side of the bed are matching nightstands, each topped with elegant lamps that cast a warm, inviting glow. A cozy reading nook is set up in one corner, complete with a plush armchair and a small side table - perfect for quiet moments with a book.

ZAYN Even as the bedside lamp was on, the room was still dark and I loved it. I was beginning to love Meghan Summers room more than I did mine. ‘You wanted to talk’. She said from her position by the window. I turned to face her, she had her hands across her chest.

asked Bianca, pretending to be coy, playing the coquette, batting her lashes. St Just grinned,” All upstairs, the bedrooms are advertised as being ‘serene retreats’”. The Irishman pointed out the sloped ceilings and exposed beams that hovered above layered beds dressed in crisp linen, down duvets, and fur-edged throws. Bedside lamps cast a golden hush, while thick walls and heavy doors keep the world outside utterly silent. Bianca hummed knowingly. “Those beds are going to be used well, huh?” she asked saucily, her eyes dancing.

“I’m not sleeping like this.” My eyes drifted around the room until they landed on the book resting on the side table. The one I had taken earlier from Drake’s library. I hesitated. Then reached for it. The cover was dark, almost black, with a single word written across it in bold, uneven letters. Bête. “What does it mean? I picked up my phone and typed the word Bete, saw different meaning but the first word that popped up meant Beast. A strange chill ran down my spine.

"Enter." The single word caused her heart to stop before chugging on with a forceful push. She pushed the door open and stepped into another world. His bedchamber was bathed in bright yellow lights from the fireplace and that of the candles, actualizing a warm yellow glow. The close curtains prevented Beth from glimpsing occasionally at the almost magnificent moon. It would have been a great distraction. The table and chair were by the window, unlike hers that sat to the wall, and the wardrobe was over to the other side from his bed. Her eyes lingered longer on the bed, it was beautiful, and mighty, and canopied.