Ayanokoji White Room Novels & Stories

K Whatever was flabbergasted the moment he opened the door at the end of the secret passageway. That is because everything is white. The room has white walls even the floor, the room was empty except for the thing in the middle that is also white. If K Whatever didn't frowned and look closely, she wouldn't even notice the square white wooden chair in the middle. "Is this the White Palace? Yuck," She commented as she walked slowly afraid she might trigger something else. Even with her healing ability, she was still scared of pain. What if there was a trap somewhere that could hurt her bad that she would wish to die instead?

Nicolas walks ahead of us and speaks to both of them in Japanese, granting me the ability to slowly piece together where exactly we were. He turns around and gestures for us to follow as the two Women lead us down a fully-adorned glass hallway where there are Koi fish swimming beneath us, under the transparent pathway. Pushing open another door, I am not only met with sounds of chatter and live music but with an entirely new ordeal. There are tall oval-shaped booths with long tables placed symmetrically across the colossal, yet somehow intimate room, and instead of ceramic plates, lie naked women with Japanese foods making up the curves of their bodies.

If looks could kill, then Ejima was sure that she would have died from the diviner's gaze. White chalk lined the woman's dark eyes, the Dibia also had that gnostic aura about her. Her dark tattered hair blended with the cowries and the red shambles she called clothing. It was hard to tell if the woman’s body had ever tasted the grace of a warm shower. “I was about to go to your place,” Ejima said. She leaned away from the palm tree, confident that her feet were strong enough to hold her. “My bones are like the rivers of Vilari, I will need some medicine.”

Damien says, bowing. He walks off to the other side of the restaurant, leaving us to be escorted by the hostess. We are led to an isolated compartment called a tatami room. Again, traditional style with white opaque windows set in a black frame. She opens the sliding doors to a sparsely decorated with black and white accents.

My head felt heavy and my eyes refused to open. I took a deep breaths as I thought about why this was happening. Slowly I opened my eyes and furrowed my brows at my surroundings. Where the fuck was I because this was not my room and definitely not Anzanias. This room featured sleek and sophisticated decor, clean lines, and a monochromatic color palette that created a sense of harmony and balance. The walls were painted in a soft shade of neutral grey, which provides a calming backdrop for the rest of the room's features.

Alex woke up to find himself lying on a big bed. The bedsheets were pure white, the ceiling was white as well. There was also a woman in pure white clothes in the room. “Where am I? “Where are my clothes?” Alex wanted to sit up, but he realized that his head was hurting really badly and his body felt strange. Just then, a hand was placed on his forehead, pushing him back down onto the bed with force. “Stop moving.” The woman in white was the female doctor named Nanami.

Soon, two maids came forth and drag the lady into what you call a bathroom, but are a lot fancier than a normal one. It's undoubtedly that with a single high pool on the middle floor. You wouldn't think that this place is a bathroom, but a bedroom instead, in a single glance. As per the sudden contact, Akira didn't have the strength to control his body and screams was dragged along the showers. ______________________________________________________ Knock knock knock The Young master ignores the presence of his aid in addition to continuing scrolling down his phone. Aoi is used to hearing his footstep, and that gives more reason to ignore him.

WILLOW’S POV I got so lost in the euphoria of seeing my personal belongings again that I forgot I had to pick up Alpha Killian’s clean laundry from his private laundry room at one pm. The time is one thirty pm and I’m hurrying down the hallway to the laundry room, which is the last door at the end of the hallway. Once I finally arrive at the door, I step in and I’m completely dumbstruck at the sight of the room. I have never seen such a white themed space before. The walls, the machines and everything else in the room is white. Even the maids working in it are dressed in white uniforms. The room looks, feels and smells as sterile as an operating room. Calmly, carefully, I daintily walk furth

Cold, precise, and ruthlessly successful, he was a man who took exactly what he wanted. He had chosen her the moment he saw her at dinner. Aiko Nakamura, 29, a brilliant art curator from Kyoto. Graceful and poised, with porcelain skin, long silky black hair, and a lithe yet curvaceous body that her simple white yukata barely concealed. Her dark eyes held quiet intelligence and a hidden hunger. Kenji approached her with calm authority. “The onsen is completely private tonight,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “No one will disturb us. Come. I want to see how long you can last before you break.”

Asked Anjani staring at the two doorsteps facing each other. Arsya nodded silently. Anjani turned the knob on the right door first, her eyes widened when she saw the contents of the room. Room with blue white nuance arranged in such a way. There are many toys and miniature superhero figures in small bupets, baby cots, closets and even baby baskets that are already available there. Anjani closed her mouth in amazement, she turned her head back, looked at Arsya who smiled sweetly at him. "Are you all this decor?" asked Anjani.