2 In A Room Novels & Stories

Inette looks at me with genuine curiosity but does it all the same. I use the time to get my toiletries from the bathroom and place them in my luggage. Once I circle the room eight times, making sure I have everything, I head back to the living room where Max is still standing near the door starring down at Ivan whose lost interest in his potential threat and is now playing Xbox. "You ready?" I turn to Max and nod my head. Inette takes that time to come into the living room as well and places some photos down on the small bar we have that separates the kitchen from the dining area.

Let me do it. The other's gave way as she took two steps back, then again took two step forward. "May we come in?" She placed three soft knocks on the door, then turned the handle. "It worked." Wei griped in astonishment. "Quickly. Go in." Salvador ushered everyone in. Closing the door behind them. His eyes scanned the small room they were in. It had just a a dinning table with four chairs, a kitchen set up at the side. Then two parallel doors at far end of the room.

"Why are you in my room? If you thought you could freely enter my room, well, I am free to sue you!" Her room? Upon hearing this, James Lu frowned and looked around at the furniture in the room. He couldn't help but sneer. "Your room? Shouldn't I be asking you this question?" Hearing his query, Elizabeth was dumb-founded. "Isn't this Room 2703?" He shook his head gently. "Then where is this?"

I looked around the room again. Then back at him. “You locked yourself in here with me.” His gaze didn’t move. “Yes," he said. I leaned against the wall. “And why?” “To keep an eye on you.” Another explosion shook the mansion above us. The lights flickered. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the distant echo of gunfire and the steady rhythm of our breathing. Then I realized something. The room was small. Very small. Too small. There were maybe three steps of space between us.

kind of shape. “The middle part is detached from the frame of the U, that’s the wing your mother is in. If you take a left turn, you’ll see room 021, it’s the second room from that end. Siena’s in there.” God, she was confusing. This was such a bad idea. The hallway was mostly quiet, and there was no staff in sight. They were all at their stations. I made my way to the corner leading to entrance of her room. I suddenly developed cold feet, but I wasn’t about to announce it over the phone.

So l know where to find the twins. Once inside their contemporary living room, l stood up. I was thinking of whom to go to first. Since Edina is my best friend l chose her first. So l made my way towards her room on the second floor. I knocked on her door and she immediately told me to come in. I pushed the door open and entered her room. Her entire room is in white paints and most of her things are white in color. It's just the closet that is pink. Her bed is still messy l guess she just woke up.

It was no surprise considering who this asshole was working with really. The room I was being held in wasn’t all that bad, there were no windows or two way mirrors, there were two doors, one was the door I’d been shoved through and the other I assumed was the bathroom. A single bed sat in one corner, and a lone table and chair along the far wall.

From the other side, I hear the rogue chuckle before kicking the door several times, seeming to make sure it wouldn't budge when I try to escape through it. Slowly, I step away from the door until my back touched the wall. I scan my eyes across the room, looking for something I could use for an escape. The walls, being pastel blue, looked sort of calming when you stare at it for a long time. I look up, and suddenly notice something small and black stuck at the corner end of the porcelain ceiling. I squint my eyes to see a CCTV set up on that corner, but when I turn around, I realize there were four CCTVs planted on every top corner of the room.

“I’ll stay in the living room.” Evelyn frowned slightly. “There’s only one couch.” “I’ve slept in worse places.” She crossed her arms. “This is ridiculous.” Damian raised an eyebrow. “What is?” “You're sleeping on a couch while there’s another bed.” “There are only two rooms.” “And?” “You and Silas need one.” “Yes.” “And the other one is yours.” “No.” Damian looked confused. “No?” Evelyn opened the door to the second bedroom. It was slightly larger than the first.

The last thing I remember arguing with that jerk. I try to steady myself with my hand, the other massaging my temple. I still don't see well, but I look around the room - white ceiling, with a big lamp in the center. From the left of the room seems like some kind of sitting area. With a little tea table, a long sofa, and two armchairs. Under the table placed an oval rug. Behind a sofa, there is an area that is raised a bit, and there is a double-sided door that leads to the balcony.