2 In A Room Novels & Stories

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.

A story about the two roommates in Apartment 202. (Enjoy reading). Part One I was seeing double. Unfortunately, however, I was hearing nothing. I tore my gaze from the identical twin sisters discussing my housing fate in the nearby kitchen. There was no point in staring at the two blue-eyed brunettes anyway... Despite Apartment 202's open-concept design, their voices were so hushed, I couldn't hear one syllable from where I was sitting. Recalling that old saying about a watched pot never boiling, I admired my aesthetically pleasing surroundings to distract myself.

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.

She didn't even turn around for a moment to see his reaction to her words. She threw her body on the big sofa on the second floor. She was not in her room nor the other rooms on the second floor. She was outside in a place, which could be similar to the lounge on the first floor. The difference was that this room was smaller because it was limited by the room's walls.

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.

Upon reaching room two hundred and thirteen, he looks at me so cold and expressionless; Maybe he's not nervous, because he does it with a lot of girls, but I'm honestly pissing myself. The room was more than I thought; a large room with a bar and a completely glass wall, and then move on to a huge room, with a double bed with red sheets. The bathroom was completely transparent, in the middle a beautiful gray tub. This was all so cool, but this made me feel weaponless. So we both went to the living room, he uncorked a wine to pour it into two glasses.

These things are coming in my mind. I saw the whole room carefully. It looks like a dungeon or some storeroom. There is just a chair and a bed for furniture. A small window is there which is closed. And also a washroom door. I went towards the door of this room and started banging it. I started shouting for help. But no one is coming. Suddenly I hear a click sound and a man enters.