Ayanokoji White Room Novels & Stories

She followed Mieko through a door and into an inner room, feeling confused. This was obviously a bedroom. "Why did Mieko bring me here?" Being in someone else's bedroom made Yang Xiao feel uncomfortable! Mieko’s little face flushed red. She lowered her head and quickly said, “Yang Jun, please... please wait!” Mieko left Yang Xiao alone and entered the inner room alone. The layout of the Japanese room was small and soundproof. The sound of rustling came from Meihezi entering another inner room. Yang Xiao had no intention of probing what was making, but not long after, Meihezi slowly walked out in a snow-white kimono!

I didn’t know why but I felt this spark within me, like I was proud of Aiden when someone said good things about him. Isaac said, “Still can’t see Uncle Jin’s little ryokan.” He was right. None of us could see any sign of it—a Japanese-style building similar to the ones back in town, with maple and Sakura trees and a Japanese stone garden with hot springs. Noah said, “We’ll see it soon enough.” Higa-san said, “But it’s right there.” Isaac said, “Nope. Can’t see it. I give up.” A few minutes later the van maneuvered into the driveway of that massive nine-story building. Naturally, we all stared in shocked surprise at the sign displayed in big letters, in both Japanese and English: Lake Aoi Re

She led us to our booked compartment. “Thank you, Akaya,” he said to the hostess. “Please ask them to serve.” She nodded and slid the door closed. “Dozo.” Zen indicated the cushion across from him by stretching his arm out toward it, palm facing the ceiling. "And sorry i ordered for you as well", he said gesturing towards me. "No its my pleasure" i smiled. But for Japanese calligraphy on the walls and a bamboo plant in a corner, the room was left bare. The simplicity of the design reminded me so much of my days in Japan.

The furniture was gaudy, overly ornate, and seemed almost absurdly out of place in this den of exploitation. Samuel and Hank followed me inside, their expressions hard and vigilant. The rest of our team stayed outside, stationed at strategic points to ensure no one else came in or out. Mr. White’s office had a large balcony that overlooked what could only be described as a training arena for the women he had captured. Hank, Samuel and I looked down at the three of us silently seething at the site before us. "This is new too?" I asked Mr White over my shoulder, but my eyes remained on the arena.

Hikari get out of the room and told them to follow him. They go to a small room inside that house. It looks like that room was hidden and full of TV. Hikari pressed a button to turn on the power. When the power is turned on, All screens around there become white. Then Hikari asks them, "what should we play? There was only one thing that I will do if I'm going here. But since both, if you're here. I let you decide." Ayasa was so weird about what did Hikari was talking about just now. So she asks Hikari about it "Before that, what kind of things that you do here?" Then Hikari takes out a controller and says "Maybe I shouldn't tell you about it. Well, Let's go. This time I'm not going to lose!"

Watching Takeshi twisting the door knob opening it wide as both of them walks out of the room. Glancing one last time back at the room the door which was left wide open Koishi Turns his head in forward. rather than going straight towards the white door at the end of the hallway. Takeshi just turned left the way leading to the other hallway, causing Koishi to rise in bow in response. Just to stop right in front of the white door as Takeshi pushes it open reveling it bathroom which seems to be bigger then this own room. 'So does that mean that door is the way out of this no window place? Is that one locked to or what?’ turning his head back as Takeshi just smirks looking at Koishi.

46: The First Memory Everything was white. Like in an asylum, all four corners of the room were painted with nothing else but white. No furniture, no dust, no anything. And in the middle of that room was Avyanna. The raven-haired woman stood motionless on the white floor, barefooted, with nothing else on her but a white hospital gown. Where am I? Creak. She turned her head towards the sound. The door that was too unnoticeable to the eye was pushed open by someone. A woman dressed in a lab coat came in, with a notepad in her hand. She looked at Avyanna with a gaze filled with madness.

Ayane opened the blinds and a blanket of sunlight poured over the hotel room. “We’d better get ready. We need to be at the new branch at 10am.” Ayane said. Ryuji took the initiative to order room service and have their breakfast delivered while Ayane took a bath. Their breakfast arrived just as Ayane was finished showering. Ryuji took a shower after her and after that they ate breakfast. “I’ll be in the bedroom, changing.” Ayane said. Ryuji nodded in response and Ayane went to the bedroom. She planned on wearing a white suit with her hair neatly combed back. She stepped out of the bedroom where Ryuji was waiting for her.

Akiko had no interest in knowing what they were talking about. She turned her attention back to the window. The hotel room was quite unique. The overall design followed a Western style—even its name was Furano La Terre. But the room was a blend of classic Japanese elements. There was a tatami room with a low table, yet there was also a bed. However, Akiko didn’t care much about the interior. It was luxurious and beautiful, but she would have accepted any room as long as she could enjoy the view in front of her.

Such a beautiful picture had burned itself into their brains as they vowed to themselves to turn this wishful dream into a reality one day in the future. "Mmm, you know, maybe I have a shot of being Ria-chan's future husband." Akihito walked over and threw his arm over Maria's shoulder, blissfully choosing to ignore the promising threats of death Luna’s and Richard's glaring eyes threw at him. -- Elsewhere, a young girl’s features were hidden by the room's richness as each piece of furniture was made from high-grade wood. The walls were pastel yellow, but every inch was trimmed in precious gold but what made the room feel more child-like was the collection of stuffed animals against the wall