Novel Couch Novels & Stories

Solene usually only stayed for a couple hours when she came over, but Wilson was staying the whole night. I looked down at the couch where he'd probably be sleeping. Wilson was big, but I didn't think he'd be able to lie down comfortably on it. I'd mostly bought it for the sake of the design in my living room and the fact that it was a good brand. It wasn't meant for sleeping on. But what was I supposed to do? Offer for him to sleep in my bed with me? I'd most likely get accused of seducing him- and I definitely wasn't going to be the one sleeping on the couch.

I was alive. No rogue attacks. No witches trying to rip my soul from me, no pack politics. Definitely no whispers about traitors and executions and wolves. Just work, coffee, shopping and chaos. Chaos because I somehow managed to put a hole in my living room floor when I was wrestling with my new cream-colored cloud couch. But it was so dang cosy. So dang comfortable. And oh… I bought myself a TV, pots, and some plates. And my fridge was stocked full of meat.

The door opened with a swipe of the card. Perfect for a maximum of five people and there was a diffuser in the middle of the coffee table. Behind the couches that faced each other, a shelf with a few books was placed. Brye entered after closing the door, immediately slumping down the couch with a sigh. “Do you want some coffee?” he muttered while opening the book and looking up at me. I looked at him before sitting down in front of him. I shook my head before sitting down at the other end of the couch he was sitting on.

In his room, on his laptop in HD. But Jules was laying on his couch now, he didn't know long it had been, a millennial was it felt like. But in reality it was probably a few hours, he wasn't sure though since time seemed to have lost its meaning. And the longer he stayed like this. The more certain he was over the discovery that; yes, his couch was actually alive. When it was touched, it moaned. When it was poked, it moaned. When it was disturbed, it moaned.

She lowered her eyes and reluctantly smiled back at him. Until Hansen led her out of the electric car, she still had a surreal feeling. If it wasn't because of Hansen, she would have made a spectacle of herself. She probably wouldn't have been able to find the place as she was so distracted. In the living room of the Ink Garden, both the buildings and furniture were antique and in a retro style. The couch was luxurious yet practical. The middle of the couch consisted of several long cubes assembled together, with an openwork pattern etched into the back of the couch. The backrest of the couch was inlaid with gold and was in a mahogany wood color, which made it look noble and calming. The two

It was unbelievable that someone would give him something as minor as a couch. "Where is the gift?" "Outside sir" "Bring it in," he ordered. Although it was minor, he still felt curious about who would deliver something like a couch anonymously. He wanted to see how special this couch was. His men brought the couch to the sitting room. With the way they struggled, it was obvious the couch was two times larger than any regular couch. They set it down and Martin immediately closed his nose. The couch stunk so badly. He was about to shout at his guards for not being sensible enough to leave the couch outside, but he saw a little note attached to the couch and he kept shut.

Tisha shook her head in mock pity. “Come on.” Annabelle said as she dragged her friend by the arm and entered the house, the rest following behind. “ It’s time for business.” The inside was well decorated. There were three couches ,a rug on the floor and a huge shelf full of books. There were a lot of doors that led to corridors. There was verandah that showed the view of a stream at the back of the house. “Make yourself at home.” Tisha said and they all sat down at a couch.

On the other side of the room, a bookshelf sat in the corner, displaying an assortment of well-arranged books and a few files. In general, the room felt cozy and peaceful. It was just... "Wow! " Christiana exclaimed in awe. She headed to the bookshelf. Her eyes scanned the books and finally landed on a novel. Christian's eyes lit in excitement and she took it. It was one of her favorite novels; VERITY BY COLLEN HOOVER.

"Don’t tell me it was the couch. Not again." Jace stays silent, giving me my answer. "Do you have a couch kink?!" I blurt out in shock. Jace grins, taking a sharp right turn. "It’s convenient. A couch is always there, saves the hassle of walking somewhere. Plus, they usually leave after. Once they get comfortable in bed, it’s harder to get them out," Jace explains thoroughly. "Who knew you were such a hopeless romantic?" I joke with a small grin. I wonder how many women have been on his couch.

He simply offered his hand, and she took it wordlessly as they entered the house. Their room was as immaculate as always with warm lights, soft ivory curtains, and an elegant king-sized bed that looked like a cloud. But tonight, suddenly something else caught Natalia’s attention. A couch, newly placed near the window. Her brows furrowed slightly. “It wasn't here before. Where did this come from?” she asked softly, almost to herself. Knox, loosening his tie, only gave her a faint, unreadable smile.