Novel Couch 소설 & 이야기

"Worn couch. Small bed. Roof doesn't leak unless the wind changes direction." Cassian reaches for his wallet before I can protest. "We'll take it." The room is completely worn out. It definitely has a thousand memories within those walls. A narrow bed, a couch that surrendered years ago, and a tiny window where rain batters the glass without mercy. Well, the man didn't lie. I drop onto the couch, and every bone in my body cracks in protest. Cassian stands by the window, arms folded, watching lightning crawl across the clouds.

One for us, and the other for Cole's men. I started to protest, but Cole squeezed my hand and leaned near me. "We might as well start getting used to sharing a room." When I looked at him, a weird grin was on his face and I shivered as I looked around the room. Two small blue couches sat in the centre of the room, their backs touching each other with small coffee tables placed at the front of each one. Beside them, there was a short book shelf filled with magazines and self-help books and my hands itched to grab one and indulge in DIYs on interior decoration.

Chapter Ninety Alexander’s POV I sink into the plush cushions of the soft couch, my eyes fixed on the flickering flames dancing in the hearth. The crackling firelight casts an amber glow across the room, warming the cozy space and creating a serene ambiance. It's a peaceful evening, and I find solace in this moment of tranquility.

I was even finding comfort in the quiet that often settled between Jeffrey and me. The night of the third day, I lay down on the couch with a sandwich, a glass of water, and a romance novel. It was a cheesy piece about an angel falling in love with a human, with a flimsy plot and flat characters, but it was entertaining and gave my brain a chance to relax. Some of the steamier scenes made me want to hide the title from Jeffrey’s wandering eyes, but I did my best to remain discrete.

"Do you like reading books? There are all the novels that I collect. You can read it if you want. Noah pointed to the bookshelf located in the corner of the room. I walked over to the bookshelf. There are books by various titles. I choose one of the books that look interesting for me to read. "Okay, I'll bring this one", I said "No need. You sit there. Noah pointed to a lounge chair near the cupboard. I nodded and enthusiastically sat in the chair. Ahh, this is very comfortable. I read a novel with Noah in a comfortable room like this. I already fell in love with Noah. While Noah and Violen's relationship wasn't the truth, it meant that there was still room for me to enter into Noah's life.

Robert usually only stayed for a couple of hours when he came over,but Isabella was staying the whole night. I looked down at couch where she'd probably by sleeping.Isabella was small,but I didn't think she'd be able to lie down comfortably on it.I'd mostly bought it for the sake of design my sittingroom and the fact that it was a good brand.I wasn't meant for sleeping on but what was I supposed to do? offer to sleep in my bed with me? I'd mostly likely get a slap but I definitely wasn't going to be sleeping on the couch.

After all, the couch has seen more action than our bed lately, no sense in not keeping the necessities at hand. Jazz grins at me briefly when he sees my hunt has been successful, but when he tries to turn over I just lean into him, pinning him with my weight so that he has to stay on his back. Confusion remains on his face as he watches me squirt lube onto my palm, but he doesn't resist when I grab his cock and stroke it a few times, then nudge his right leg up towards the backrest of the couch so that I can reach his

"Will do, Miss Hugace." Once finished talking to the receptionist, and asking to send a cup of coffee to her if a staff happens to come by, she saunters towards her office. Upon seeing the couch inside the office, Krystal groans. The couch is the most she invested for, paying hundred of dollars to obtain such high quality couch in mahogany and the softest material the world can offer, and just the sight of it is enough to send Krystal to euphoria.

The fabric felt soft beneath Luna's bare legs as she sat on the oversized cream-colored couch, her manicured fingers absently toying with the hem of her silk camisole. The new house was beautiful, smelling faintly of fresh paint and new wood. Beautiful, but cold. Unfamiliar.