Novel Couch Novels & Stories

I took off his shoes and socks and tossed them aside. "So where’s that apology now, huh? Snoring shitty dickhead!" I snapped. "Hmm... Cassy..." he moaned, his lips parting, his chest slowly rising and falling. Suddenly, my boring, worn-out couch had the best view in this whole place—thanks to him. The size of the couch made him look even bigger. But that wasn’t the best part. No. He was lying there like a darn model. I bit my lip and tried to look away—but my eyes betrayed me and landed right on his chest.

River’s POV When I opened my eyes, the room was dim. Not dark—just… soft. Like the light was tiptoeing around, careful not to wake me too fast. Careful not to startle me. The couch under me was warm, the cushions molded just enough to feel like they were holding me up, not just keeping me there. The blanket was tucked right up under my chin, like someone had made sure it couldn’t slip even if I moved. It smelled faintly of laundry soap and something that reminded me of Noah’s hoodie—comfort and home, even though I didn’t think I had those anymore.

The safehouse was cold. Not broken, just unfinished. No art on the walls. No plants. No mirrors. Nova sat on the floor in sweats, wires spilling from her laptop like veins. Coffee in one hand, tablet in the other, dark hair tied into a no-nonsense knot. She looked up the second Aria walked in. “Cassian?” Nova asked. Aria shook her head. Nova exhaled. “Good.” Aria dropped her bag. “Why?”

A feeling of having passed through a storm and emerged, if not unscathed, then at least still standing. Kael seized the moment of quiet and made a request that had been on his mind. "Cassy, can you find me a good, manly couch with a pull-out bed?" he asked. "And make sure it's delivered. You better not leave like that again." His words carried a playful threat, but he was very serious. Cassy, needing a better view of the screen, gently nudged Kael. "Scoot over," she requested, making room for herself in the chair beside him. As they settled into the shared space, Cassy navigated through the websites, focusing on finding the perfect couch.

“He’s not in range anymore. I guess you’ll be Spending the night here. Make yourself comfortable, you’ll have to spend the night here on the Couch.” “Alright that’s cool” Claud said “I used to sleep on an actual rock so this is a massive upgrade. It’s so soft and colourful. I love it!” Claud hugged the couch smiling. It was really funny. I guess since he died in the 1700’s all these advancements in technology came after his time so they are all still very strange to him. I went inside my room and locked the door- just in case. I fell asleep quickly because I was really tired. It had been a very long day.

His warm, sticky seed leaks out and rolls down my thigh. I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and fulfillment. I know I never, ever want this feeling to end. --- We're in the living room a couple of hours later. I’m curled up on the couch with my legs tucked beneath me, a blanket draped over my shoulders. Caspian sits at the other end, one arm stretched lazily across the backrest, flipping through a file. He looks impossibly relaxed, but I know better. Even when he’s at ease, his mind is always working.

She grabbed his hair, his back, anything she could reach as he took her higher and higher. When they came together, it was loud and desperate and beautiful. Johnny collapsed beside her, breath ragged, his arms pulling her close. They didn’t say anything at first. Just breathed. Just held on. Finally, she whispered, “I think we’re gonna need a new couch.” He barked a laugh and kissed her shoulder. “I’ll buy you ten.” “No,” she said, turning toward him, sleepy and content. “Just one. But maybe something… waterproof.” He grinned. “You’re dirty.”

Few days later. Still seated like a decadent villainess in a velvet-draped fairytale, I let my newly manicured fingers glide across the armrest of my velvet royal throne—okay, technically it was the custom-designed couch in my now-official penthouse suite, but it felt like a throne.

“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.

I hold a book and a cup of tea with both hands. I sit on the big brown couch which is pretty old. Obviously the leather of the couch is not in a good condition. You will see that the coffee brown leather of the couch is nearly torn out. And there are some white cracks coming out from the surface of the couch. And you bet, it is the only couch we have for a family of two plus a dog. This couch is older than Mallory, maybe four or five years older than her. I know I should replace it with new couch when I get extra money. Extra money, I thought, everybody’s dream is to win the lottery. And winning the lottery is only an imagination for me.