Back Rooms Novels & Stories

The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can leave. They reached the entrance of the underground office that had been designated for the deal. A heavy oak door, with a subtle brass plate marking it as Room 17, stood slightly ajar, revealing a glimpse of the clandestine negotiations going on within. The air within the dimly lit space was thick with the scent of wine, cigars and the low hum of hushed conversations. The scent washed over him, familiar in all the wrong ways. Familiar, but in the way a burned down husk of a family home was familiar.

The Bar Tender With The Hot Dick(3) CHAPTER 3 — BACK ROOM The back room smelled like old wood, spilled beer, and the faint metallic tang of cleaning solution. A single bare bulb hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, yellowish glow over stacked cardboard boxes and metal shelves lined with extra liquor bottles. The space was cramped, intimate in a way that made my skin prickle. There was barely enough room for the two of us, and the air felt thicker the second Jax closed the door behind us.

Everything is frayed, the seams of my life coming apart. The lounge is silent when we enter, save for the low, hypnotic pulse of jazz through the walls. The front end continues its charade of high-end craft cocktails and polite conversation, but we slip through the hidden bulkhead in the larder, guarded by sentries who offer only a sharp, knowing nod. The back room reeks of aged leather and woodsmoke. It is my fortress. Zane moves to the bar and pours a triple measure of malt. Lucien paces, the floorboards groaning under his weight. Draven leans against the mantel, eyes fixed on the fire as if demanding a confession.

Zayden asked; fingers curled into a ball, knuckles turning white. “There is one door in the backroom. In fact, it’s not very far from the lady’s room. You think—” Viraj couldn’t even finish when Akshat returned, panting and huffing out loud and deep breaths. “There’s a backdoor,” he wheezed, trying to catch his breath. “I saw,” gulped, “Her scent is there. She must have—” Zayden flicked his hand, gesturing him to stop.

Her age, her dismissal… it was too rehearsed. Just as I was about to turn the corner, ready to dismiss the pawn shop as a bust and move on to the next lead, a sudden, instinctual itch pricked at the back of my neck. Back door. The words flashed in my mind, a whisper that demanded attention. Most businesses, especially ones that dealt in cash and questionable goods, had a back entrance for discreet deliveries, or… discreet exits. The girl’s too-eager dismissal, her guarded eyes – it wasn't just about not knowing him. It was about where he wasn't.

Remy “Back office,” Todd said, very soft, to no one and both of us. “I’ll lock the lobby. Jacek’s covering the road.” I turned, trotted through the shop door, and let the bay swallow me. The concrete was warm from the day’s labor. Grease cut the cold smell and reminded me of the human work that keeps the wolf fed. In the small back room we use for emergencies, I let the shift pull me back upright.

With renewed vigor, Fred went into the reception area and made his way straight to the cashier's counter. The tall, commanding woman behind it was clearly a strict person. He lowered his voice to a flirty drawl and added, "Hey there, beautiful." "I want to pay for room 310." "The patient will be released tomorrow." Slowly raising her head, the cashier's face appeared drowsy, as though she had been stealing a quick nap. She brushed her fingers over her half-open eyes, which blinked slowly, and then squinted at Fred.

This was indeed a beautiful plan he couldn't wait to achieve. "Won't that create confusion among them?" Mr Silverstein's asked and the unknown man scoffed. "Confusion? Haha! That is what I want!" He said and Simeon laughed. "We shouldn't worry about that for now, for now enjoy you deserve it," Simeon said and almost immediately red dim lights appeared inside the hall. And the door opened revealing hot sexy ladies who was walking into the room with just their lingerie. Some were partially naked. Warning: 18+ Rated

" My eyes flew open to see Sophia standing before me, still alive and breathing. She was wearing an elegant long dress and had her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, radiating youthful energy. Even so, her eyes were unable to hide their contempt. The Sophia from my future was mature, cold, and unapproachable, but this version of her was bright and spirited, still carrying a touch of liveliness. A lump formed in my throat when I laid my eyes on her. The time machine had indeed brought me back to the past, but unfortunately, it seemed to have malfunctioned. Instead of returning to when we first met, I had arrived thirteen years in the past, on the day Sophia and I were about to be married. Tha

she murmured softly as she slid into the seat. He closed the door with a quiet click, circling around to the driver’s side. Moments later, the car purred to life, and they eased into the flow of traffic, heading back toward Queens. As the city lights blurred past them, Natalia found herself gazing out the window, her mind spinning with thoughts of Damien, Camila, and the life she’d carefully kept hidden for so long.