2 In A Room Novels & Stories

"It's not the kind of life I'm going to leave anyways and once I finish talking to her, I stand from my bed and turn off the light to take off my clothes because of the glasses that holds as a wall in the room." The Room is constructed of mirrored glasses being that I was staying in a glass house. It has glass, flooring, construction, everywhere around the walls. I stand at the corner of the wall after turning off the light. And I can see that Dane is still there and I'm wondering what exactly the conversation he is having in his head is all about. Why is he standing at the same place I left him?What exactly could he thinking about ? I wonder to myself as I watch him, and I see that he is lo

He left the room and shut door. I look around the tiny room. I'm chained to a metal table. The walls are cinder block. There's a mirror on the wall across from me and a camera in the corner. The only door in or out is a thick metal one with a small window. There is no vent that I can see. Escape will not be possible here.

The room was decorated in pink and blue. The room was a wonderland of colors and creativity, perfectly tailored for the twins. On one side, the walls were painted a soft pastel pink, adorned with delicate floral patterns and whimsical fairy decals. The bed, covered with a fluffy pink comforter, had a canopy draped in sheer, sparkly fabric, making it look like a princess’s bed. Plush toys, from unicorns to teddy bears, were neatly arranged on shelves, and a little vanity set complete with a mirror and tiny stool stood by the window.

He reached back for the key then handed it to Veronica. "Can you tell us what you know about the man who booked this room?... Or let me guess, you don't remember." Veronica muttered. The man didn't reply, confirming her suspicions. How could they forget so easily? Joana wondered the same too but didn't see the need for them to dwell on it at the moment. "Come on." She beckoned on Veronica before marching up the staircase. Room twenty-two was located on the second floor of the three-story building and Joana and Veronica taking their walk up two stairs a step became fatigued once they got there. They took a brief pause to catch their breaths then headed for the door.

Ian who had been silent for a long time shrilled in disbelief as he looked around the room. The room they were in was more like a living room. As large as two living rooms of a standard house. There was a kitchen compartment at the far end of the room and a couch at the other end. Four stools were attached to a bar table adjacent to the monitor and keyboard table situated vertically at the centre of the room. "He is so creative, I'm not surprised". Michael said, breaking the silence. "A safe room for what? Like a vault for money?". Evan asked.

'Right, the two lunatics are forbidden to speak,' Sky interfered, dragging her friend away. We waited until the three of them entered the room before we followed the same path as them, entering the neighboring door. The room was all white with large windows covered by heavy curtains, the only furniture in the place was a large double bed with two bedside tables and a sophisticated armchair in one corner. " What was that?” " 'She wants to act like we're just friends, and I'm tired of it,” I muttered, “We're sharing a fucking room and she thinks she's fooling anyone with this just friends thing?”

I might. Aside from the bed and the fireplace, there isn’t a lot of furniture in the small room. Opposite the door is a window, the bed runs along the right hand side of the room. Next to the fireplace on one side is a table with a pitcher of water and a bowl. Other than that there are two chairs, one on the other side of the fireplace, one tucked against the table. I haven't spent a lot of time in barracks rooms, but they’re pretty much identical.

"Twenty minutes." A pause. "Everything okay?" I watch the floor numbers drop. "Fine," I say. "Everything's fine." *** The prep room on the upper floor is warm. Probably from bad ventilation and too many bodies getting ready in too small a space. I have the end room. The one with the better mirror and the lock that actually works.

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.

she pouted as she added, “ Where is your room and where is my room? ” “ My room is at second floor and your room is at ground floor, ” he replied while pointing at the rooms. She raised her eyebrows as she saw another room beside his, “ There is a room beside yours, can I sleep there? ” she asked while he was silent for few seconds as the room she was pointing was his wife's room. “ No.. ” he replied in cold tone, “ Why can't I sleep there? ” she asked in a slightly angered tone, he pursed his lips as he replied with cold voice,