Ayanokoji White Room Novels & Stories

"The High District is up." "The White Room is in the pylon," Lydia said. "They built the facility inside the support structure of the city. If it blows, the whole District drops." The elevator stopped with a soft chime. The doors opened to a hallway that was blindingly white. There were no shadows. There were no corners. The walls were curved glass. Three Sentinels stood in the middle of the hall. They were dressed in white tactical suits. Their eyes were a flat, mechanical blue. They didn't reach for guns. They raised their hands, and the air around them began to ripple with kinetic energy.

He turned around after clearing his tears, but I could see their traces glittering on his wet eyelids. That made me think what would happen after I die? Will someone visit my grave too? Would someone bring me flowers too? I don’t know why I remembered Amor. Maybe he would. I clenched my fists. It was a frightening thought. Scary. Rest in peace, lady Mayu. I thought. Hikari held my hand and in a blink, I was in a traditionally designed room. Its floor was covered with tatami mats. The sliding doors had intricate bamboo designs.

Tokyo, Japan A Secret Meeting Renjiro Takahashi sat in the dimly lit conference room, the soft glow of an antique chandelier casting flickering shadows over the polished mahogany table. He lifted a small sake cup, taking a slow sip, his gaze fixed on the man sitting across from him. The man was dressed in a flawless, tailored suit—his expression unreadable, but his eyes sharp as a blade, as if he could see straight into Renjiro’s mind.

The place was quite impressive. As they entered the room, Myla couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the surroundings. The walls were pristine white, adorned with LED lights shaped like vines in the corners, casting a gentle yellow glow that exuded pure joy. The furniture matched the theme, all in white, and a very light yellow center rug added a subtle touch of color. A large flat-screen TV graced one wall, and surprisingly, there was a chandelier, which was both fitting and unexpected, not quite what she would have imagined for Noah.

Especially not someone like her. "Take your shoes off at the door," my mother whispered to me. It was probably a good idea she told me since I'd have walked straight in without hesitation. The lady who answered gave us house slippers to put on instead as she led us down a marble hallway and into the back end of the house. It opened up to a sun room with floor to ceiling windows that let in the sunlight. The place looked like a reading nook cramped into an in-house garden. You could find anything from books to plants inside the room. Outside was the deep forest without an inch of ground in between. There was a selection of sub-species caged on the inner wall of the room. Such as tiny insects,

I asked as I took off my jacket. "Not me personally, but my dad has. He said the place was crazy. Every room has a theme. There is a Casino and a dance club, and people from the city constantly come and go. It's been pumping up the town's morale too. More shoppers, more business. As for the owners, theyre all brothers. I know that much. However, there are rumours about how good-looking they all are. Some even joke about how they must be angels because of how beautiful they are. It's a sin really that I haven't been able to go and find out if the rumours are true for myself, though," Kylie rambled on as she opened her fridge and pulled out two water bottles, handing me one.

Fubuki were standing at the door, with a huge pack of frozen wolves behind them. Shiro woke up with slight headache and no idea where he was, he lifted his left hand from under Mia who had fallen asleep on it, then he looked around his surroundings. Everything was white except for the furnitures, the bed he woke up in was a normal household bed so he was sure that he wasn't in a hospital. After a quick analysis, Shiro was completely sure of where he was, Victor's house. Besides himself, there was only one person who had an obsessive love for the colour white, and it was Victor's mom,

Placing on the bed and removing his shoes, observed the room for a minute, he couldn't help but smile softly, Yoshiki always like dark tones it didn't surprise him that the only bright colors in the house were the white that was present here and there. Exiting the bedroom, he called An Bai; he worked with him in disposing of unwanted bodies, looking down as the Mutated body, he couldn't help but grin in happiness, if his brother could produce such a scene unintentionally, just imagine what he would be capable of when it's intentional made a thrill ran up his spine, it looks like his baby brother isn't so innocent, even if he is it makes it enjoyable to turn him completely dark, after all, if

Lyana's waist hurt so much that she couldn't stand for long. “Come with me.” Lyana followed Zoan's footsteps from behind until they both arrived in a spacious room. The walls and furniture in the room were dominated by a broken white color. It was very beautiful. “You can lie down here.” Lyana looked at the white mattress that looked very soft. “Thank you.” She sat on the side of the bed while waiting for Zoan to come out, but the man did not come out of the room, even taking off his jacket and shoes.

"Axel, I would never—" "You just did," I growled, turning on my heel and walking away. The party was over for me. I couldn’t care less what happened the rest of the night. Moving through the restricted wing of the house, I texted Baron: "Keep an eye on Ryan. Make sure everything goes smoothly. I’m done with the party." I hit send and made my way to the dungeon. The white room. A place designed to break the mind before the body. Four white walls, white floors, white ceiling, and white bed—devoid of anything that could ground a person. There was a hidden compartment filled with instruments meant for pain and control. A space forgotten by most.