Ayanokoji White Room Novels & Stories

her stomach fluttered. Tonight, as the last customers left and the clock struck ten, Aiko locked the door with a soft click. Her manager had asked her to stay late to deep-clean before tomorrow’s early opening. She dimmed the lights, leaving only the warm lantern glow, and began wiping down the counter. The scent of matcha powder still lingered heavily in the air. A soft knock made her freeze. Through the glass door, Yuji stood under the lantern light, his dark eyes locked on hers. Aiko’s heart raced. She should ignore him. Instead, her small hand turned the lock.

By the time Ana Liz stopped in front of a white door, my legs were already aching. "This is it!" Relief surged through me. She turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. What I saw made me blink several times. Pink. White. Dolls. Stuffed animals. A white double bed, pink blankets, fluffy pillows. "Like I said, your dad’s idea." I let out a weak laugh. The room looked like something out of a children's catalog. But hey - what was a fortnight anyway? “I'll let you rest,” said Ana Liz, smiling as she left.

I said and Louise and I continue walking ahead. It's a bit of a walk down the hallways, lined with green mini forests of landscapes. The place was designed in the Japanese style. Every room is private and has a specific view. One of the staff guided us, which is a matter of etiquette, though I don’t require guidance. "Beautiful…" she mutters softly beside me. "Your refreshments will be here soon, Sir." "Thank you." I watched her look around, and with both hands on my hips, I started…

Bethany asked, peering at the door she just opened. “What’s in there?” My eyes were roundly terrified as I walked toward Bethany, pushing the door wide open. Moira laughed amusedly. “I just told you not to open it,” she rolled her eyes as she stood beside me. “Gee, Moira! Did you know that Eve needs this?” Bethany sighed, stepping inside the stunning meditation room. “Don’t!” Moira gasped, blocking Bethany from walking inside. The traditional Japanese Zen room opposed the medieval Gothic style of the mansion. The natural light from the open glass door and feng shui design was like walking into a different zone.

the lady replied and started walking away and Annie followed her. The lady led her to a room and stopped then glanced back at her. "You may enter."she said and walked away. Annie moved closer to the door and sighed. Can she trust them?.. What if?.. Her innermimd encouraged her to go in and she gave a nod then pushed the door opened. As she opened the door,she felt like the room room was heaven. The room was decorated in white,the cushions are white,the curtains also white,the beddings..white...the ties on the floor,white....

It stood ajar, its hinges rusted and screeching faintly as Takumi pushed it open with deliberate caution. Inside, the scene was both unexpected and distressing. The secret room was far from the claustrophobic, dingy space one might expect of a basement hideaway. It was expansive, larger than the Master’s bedroom upstairs, with shelves of medical supplies lining the walls and a central area designed for movement. Yet, despite its practical design, the air in the room was dense, almost suffocating, as though the very space itself had turned hostile.

“see, it’s perfectly fine.” the room was covered in white, just like every little thing in his place, is white. there was a stiff white bed frame with white sheets. white tiles were on the floor underneath the pure white walls, which were below the matching pure white ceiling that held the blinding light. i wanted that light removed too, along with that camera that monitored my every move, which was bolted to the corner of the ceiling. then there was the door that was made out of one hundred percent silver which was eight inches thick, it matched the bars on my small window that was next to the bed.

I woke up in an unknown room, again but it wasn't a love hotel like before, there were no condoms or ropes and chain or lube, no dim lights, nothing. I winced at the sudden pain in my cheek, I held my hand to my cheek while I admired the room, the walls were painted blue, there was a closet at the end of the room, there weren't any pictures, there was a work desk next to the bed with a laptop, papers, books and writing utensils and the bed was huge, fit for a prince. I started thinking whether this was one of those isekais where you die and become a young master. The door swung open, pulling me out of my fantasy world. It was a woman, not very young, dressed in a maid outfit- not the sexy on

"It's the white room. We put people there to....to...to sleep for a week." "Oh, like traumatizing them?" God, it's scary how quick witted he is. "S-sort of." "It's all white with one bed and surrounded with a glass like an isolation. I must be right." It's really scary. How can he analyze that and make a conclusion? "Hm, aren't you going to have a meeting? I'll be fine here sitting. You can go on and proceed to your meeting." How can we? "Do you want to see the whole building? I think we will take a long time to finish. You should go and take a look around." Otherwise you might hear something that you shouldn't.

Iori muttered "Yusuke and Kimiko relly need a raise..." Jun said leaning forward his breath waffling the hair at her temple and sending a shiver through Iori's body. She didn't want to stop and contemplate whether that shiver was the good or the bad kind so she moved along to the next room which was Jun's. The room what unexpectedly clear, the bed and the carpet are the only back things in the room, the other furniture raging between silver and dark grey made the room ook masculine but not as dark as it could have been.