Novelas y relatos de Gacha Backgrounds Bedroom

Genesis said dusting his hands after he and Giovanni pushed my bed back in place as I stood behind them with a smile on my face. The walls of my room were newly painted and with my things back in their original place, it felt like a jungle. The walls were painted in different shades and tones of green representing the forest filled with animals and flowers that brighten up the room, and in the middle of it, all was a grayish white. Half of its face was hidden behind a tree, and honestly, I felt a huge connection with the wolf that I made up in my imagination. If she was real, I would’ve named her… Kamari?

Her bedroom door slammed, the sound echoing through the grand hall. Her room was her sanctuary—pink and lavishly decorated, soft fabrics draping every surface. Plush pillows crowded the bed, a delicate chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a soft glow even in the dim evening. Posters of pop stars and artful nude sketches covered the walls, a blend of girly charm and secret indulgence. On her dresser lay her collection of toys, carefully lined up like instruments of temptation.

*** Later that day, Summer went back home. [In Summer's room] Summer's room was massive, it was painted white with the blue shade of diamond; it had a walk in closet and a princess sized bed with white sheets. Her bedroom had a huge flat screen TV in it. By the side of her bed was a small electrical lamb. Her make up table and mirror was also inside her closet. Her room contained sofas with a little glass table at the middle. Her curtains were plane white and she had a huge portrait of her self in the room. Chloe had always fancy the color White and she knew how to maintain it.

I woke up in an unknown room, again but it wasn't a love hotel like before, there were no condoms or ropes and chain or lube, no dim lights, nothing. I winced at the sudden pain in my cheek, I held my hand to my cheek while I admired the room, the walls were painted blue, there was a closet at the end of the room, there weren't any pictures, there was a work desk next to the bed with a laptop, papers, books and writing utensils and the bed was huge, fit for a prince. I started thinking whether this was one of those isekais where you die and become a young master. The door swung open, pulling me out of my fantasy world. It was a woman, not very young, dressed in a maid outfit- not the sexy on

, I said as I rubbed my hand over the soft leather sofa! “I actually let Gabe and Meme decorate the place so if you ever came home, it would be nice and ready for you”, he says, as he suddenly finds the floor interesting. “Like, every room?” I clarified. “Yeah, so before you ask. The master bedroom is pink”, he says with a smile.

She rushes, and I still just can’t get enough of her. Gia shows me which door is the bathroom and then leaves me to unpack my suitcase. I sit down on the twin size bed, with a rose-colored comforter, and look around the room. It’s nothing special, but other then the bed, there’s a small closet, dresser and full-length mirror. I look down and see a fuzzy red rug on the floor, slightly hiding the wood floors.

"Mom..." "No arguments," his mother said, smiling. "Your room is ready." Gabby felt awkward. She didn't know what to do. She looked at Adryan, and she knew Adryan was also confused. They went up to the second floor. Adryan held Gabby's hand, leading her toward a luxurious and comfortable bedroom. It was his room; the walls were painted white, creating a calm and plain atmosphere. The furniture was minimalist and modern, made of dark wood and leather, highlighting Adryan's neat and organized taste.

O’Grady nuzzled her neck as he set her down carefully, and she blushed as she thought of how she would be living each minute in that bed. The bedspread itself was a work of art and Bianca clapped her hands over her mouth after she had fingered the material; handwoven silk with subtle gold thread, paired with pillows that invited you to sink in and disappear. Behind the bed, was a mural. “It’s inspired by the Rajasthani miniature paintings,” murmured St just as he stood, hands on hips, surveying the room in appreciation. “It depicts royal gardens, lovers, and monsoon skies, see?” he pointed out the facets of the intricate work and Baicn tripped to stand by him, gazing in wonder.