Novel Couch Novels & Stories

"Maybe there could be a plaque." "Good idea. I'll get right on it." I wiggled my toes. "You know, you could always just crash right here on the sofa. It's super comfy." The gaze Noah aimed at me was a mix of pity and patient disbelief. "Emma. This couch is the bomb for watching movies, hanging out, shooting the shit and enjoying a beer. But it's not a bed. And it sure as hell isn't a bed for a guy like me. I'd end up with a stiff back or cramped legs or broken shoulder when I landed on the floor halfway through the night."

Instead of replying, I released a smile. I walked into the cottage with him, taking in the beauty of the small sitting room. Though he called it small, I knew a wealthy person’s cottage when I saw one. The special marble floor and interior design spoke volumes about the owner’s taste and wealth. “This couch,” I suddenly declared, my eyes landing on the design. “It’s a special first edition couch made by Monds brothers.” “Yes. How did you know?” he asked. “I saw and read about it online. You know, I love learning, reading, and staying updated with the latest news out there,” I declared, walking over to the couch and touching it.

“Let’s get comfortable in the living room. I think Amy and Justin want to be alone.” “Comfortable?” I squeaked. Victor removed the silk shawl I was clutching at my neck and draped it over a kitchen chair with his jacket. “Don't be nervous, sweetheart,” he said and led me to the living room. “Come on. This couch is great. I fall asleep on it a lot.” The couch was made of buttery, soft brown leather with thick cushions. It was large enough for six people to be seated comfortably. But it was better than going to Victor’s bedroom and sitting on his king-sized bed.

"I'm just saying the throw pillows in this room cost more than my entire wardrobe and I'm choosing to feel some kind of way about that." And then a voice I recognized from one brief, tense introduction at the villa. "You could steal one and see if anyone notices." "That is genuinely the most chaotic thing you've ever suggested and I respect it." I stepped into the doorway. Nova was on the large couch, legs tucked under her, pretending to examine a throw pillow. Darius sat at the opposite end with his forearms resting on his knees and the careful, contained posture of a wolf who was very aware he was on another alpha's territory and had made a choice to be here anyway.

Somehow, it all felt… expensive and weirdly cozy at the same time. And then she saw it. A ridiculously plush, teddy-bear-like grey couch sat in the corner, looking like it had never been used… probably because no one ever survived sitting in it and getting back up again. It was surprising Axel even owned something like that. But anyway, she didn’t think twice. She walked over and sank into it. Soft. Very soft. Outside the office, Axel stood at the coffee station, making himself coffee. Normally, his PA would have handled it and brought it straight to his office.

Our front door is partial glass and I’m worried we might break it. “I thought we could try the couch,” he replies and leads me in that direction. The couch is comfortable, but the fact that he wants couch sex surprises me. At least until Moon bends me over the back, locks my fingers into the cushions, and pulls my leggings and underwear down my legs so my ass is displayed. His fingers dig into my waist and his cock slides home. Couch sex has just replaced wall sex as far as spectacular goes. This position does it for me. I was jacked for sex when Moon arrived home three hours ago. Sitting beside him in the car was pure torture. He nips across my shoulders and down my back. I go to my toes as

In that moment, a wave of nostalgia swept over her, and she found herself longing for her small room. Determined to discuss her plans with Jasper, Cassandra made her way to the living room, only to find it enveloped in darkness. Jasper was sitting in front of the television, likely exhausted from the day's events. She grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and settled herself next to him on the couch, relishing the comforting sensation of sinking into the soft cushions.

I woke up, feeling all refreshed. It's been a long time, ok, I've never slept in a bed as comfortable as this one ever in my life, I mean, it's so comfy. Ok, so let's go back to when we arrived here yesterday. Well, not much happened actually as it was a little bit dark but still, Gaia still tried to take some selfies with every couch in the living room. There are actually three sets of couch in that living room and each, having it's own unique style and and decorations.

I knew I wouldn't be able to go back to bed. I picked up my phone to check the time. It was just two o'clock. I snuck into the other room. Byron was fast asleep. I couldn't go back to my room and be plagued by my nightmares again. With my blanket I got on the couch. Even though it was annoying Byron, I wasn't alone. Not seeing anything else to do, I logged on to N*****x and began a new k-drama series. ** I fell asleep on the couch at dawn. The pattering of feet was what woke me up.

“Just… old things. I was cleaning.” Nolan climbs onto the couch and leans back, swinging his feet. “Your house is cozy,” he declares matter-of-factly. “Not big like ours, but I like it.” Something warm flutters in my chest despite myself. “Thank you.” Nova scrambles onto the couch beside her brother, curling her legs under her. Blackie hops up too, wedging herself between them like he’s already claimed them. Nova giggles, hugging her tightly. “You like cats, huh?” I ask softly, watching her stroke Blackie’s fur.