Novel Couch Romane & Geschichten

Nicholas “I need to replace this damn couch,” I grumbled. I shifted on the couch in my study, the old leather and shitty springs creaking beneath my weight as I attempted to stretch out. It was a useless effort, and the light of the moon shining through the sheer curtains felt blinding, even when I draped my arm over my eyes. To make matters worse, it was freezing in here; the fire in the corner had long since died out, but I hadn’t bothered to light it again.

I lay in the middle of his bed and smiled into his pillow and felt genuinely accomplished in a way I had not felt about anything in recent memory. The couch was complaining. Little creaks and shifts, the sound of expensive decorative furniture being asked to do something it was never designed for. Lorenzo was not a small man and the couch was not a functional one and the combination of those two facts was producing a symphony of quiet suffering that I was enjoying thoroughly. I gave it twenty minutes, relishing in my victory before I proceeded to the next step on my plan. I got up.

I shouldn’t be standing here watching my boyfriend and our neighbor’s daughter screw on my couch. My couch. The one I’d picked out, bargained for, cleaned, and practically lived on through late-night movie marathons and takeout Fridays. And that was what did it. Not the betrayal. The couch. “What the hell, Luke?” My voice echoed through the room. They jolted apart so fast they nearly fell. She scrambled for the blanket, clutching it to her chest, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. Luke froze, half-dressed, face draining of color as if guilt itself had sucked the blood out of him.

" Rebecca exclaimed as they entered the lovely home. "Lights on." Tyler stated aloud, and the lights immediately came on. Rebecca gasped as she saw the very elegant living room. The white sofas drew her attention since they reminded her of home. Her jaw fell as she noticed a familiar plush couch next to the longest couch. “Tyler!” She screamed as she dashed over to the small fluffy couch and threw herself onto it. "How did this get here?!" Rebecca was taken aback. "That was a pre-wedding gift from Vincent. He stated that that was your favorite couch and that he wanted you to feel at ease." Tyler responded, pleased that she liked the idea.

I say, pointing towards the couch. With all of the commotion in here with the coroner and EMT's, we didn't hear the soft whimpering noise. Cassandra gets down on her knees and lifts the front skirt of the couch, shining her flashlight to peek underneath at what could possibly be making it. Cassandra drops her flashlight to the floor as both of her hands disappear under the couch. "Aww, oh my gosh, Crayvin, look!" Seconds later, Cassandra stands to her feet, holding something against her chest.

Unless he'll be a gentleman and offer me to sleep on the bed alone while he'll be the one to sacrifice and just sleep on the couch outside. I mean this whole world is beyond high when it comes to technologies. Didn't he use a couch that can be turned into a bed and anything that he can sleep on? If he didn't, then where did he got those. Those are the couches used years ago and today's furniture is much more advanced. Well, ever since I've been in this underground house. I've never seen such technologies that can make me amazed, unlike the house that I've stayed in for years.

It was a magical drink that not only helped me stay up cramming for test but also curbed the hunger. I pulled out a book to read and plopped on my living room couch. I cursed when the broken board jolted into my side remembering only the right side was ok to sit on. Derek and Christian broke the couch years ago playing swords with brooms in the house. I closed my eyes pushing away the broken couch, empty cupboards, and dreary shack I called home. It didn't matter and was only temporary. One day soon I would have a new couch in a freshly painted apartment. A real kitchen with a working stove and food in a full-size refrigerator to cook while the TV played old movies. Maybe a fireplace under t

“Yes. I wonder how you didn't notice it as you entered.” “I was too hungry to notice anything.” “All this is so pretty. And you got everything in pink too?” Alice gushed over the various items. “Yes. The couch is a rare one. It's adjustable and basically adjusts the best positions.” “And you got me books too?” Alice said pulling out the volumes of books.” “I figured that you may be a bit bored by yourself.”

“But I would love to let you know that the couch is cursed.” I paused in confusion. “Cursed as in how?” “Yeah,” he began, supporting his weight by casually leaning like a log of wood against the doorframe. “Everyone who dares sleep comfortably on it ends up magically confessing things at 2 a.m. and then, sweetly making out with their former lover late in the night and early hours of the morning in front of the fire.” I bet he was making the story up to suit the occasion. “How oddly specific could that be.”

She asked. I shook my head and licked my lips, breathless from the soul-draining kiss. “No.” Nova places a hand on my chest, pushing with the slightest bit of force until I fall onto a soft leather couch. Skimming my hand along the cool leather, brows knitting in confusion – since when did a wine cellar have a couch?