Bathhouse Stories Novels & Stories

I wanted to wash the dirtiness of the day off. “Where’s the bathroom?” I asked. “It’s been three days since I, um, bathed.” I looked at Baird through lowered eyes. Even though we’d been through a lot and I’d cried on his shoulder and slept with my head in his lap, it still felt awkward talking about bathing with him. I’d only noticed the one door, which he’d indicated led to the bedroom. Perhaps the bathroom was an offshoot from that? Baird grinned. “I’m afraid my cottage is rather basic. I always just bathe in the river nearby.”

I just stood there arms hanging at my sides, staring at the concrete floor as dirty water swirled around my feet. Everything felt bleak. Carla’s blood was gone from my skin, washed away in this same place yesterday evening, but I could still feel it — sticky and warm, the metallic smell clinging to the back of my throat. Her last words kept repeating in my head like a broken record. *Bath… wall… corner…* What the hell did that mean? Was it a message? A warning? A location for something hidden? I scanned the bathhouse walls again,the same rusted pipe and the same drains clogged with hair and soap scum.

"What have you been doing for the past three days?" "Using the bathroom downstairs." Which was disgusting, barely functional, definitely not somewhere I wanted to wash my entire body. "That's not showering. That's just existing in filth." He pulled out a small towel from his bag, tossed it to me. "Bathhouse opens at six. Women's section is separate. Bring soap." I caught the towel, surprised. "Why are you telling me this?" "Because I don't want to smell you from across the rooftop." But his tone was less harsh than his words. Almost helpful.

He offers me his hand as he smiles and I take it willingly. He guides me into the bathroom, the place larger than three of the slaves restrooms back with Balthazar, their was a shower with three heads to my right and a large oval bath to my left. Their was also a toilet and two sinks, though I wasn’t sure why they needed two sinks in one room. I follow Zane to the oval bath on unsteady legs, still shivering from the cold and snow outside, it was nice and warm in the bathroom though and steam was steadily filling the room, I smiled the warmth of the water when he helped me in, he was careful so that I wouldn’t slip.

The echoes chased her down the lane, thinning into a hollow silence that felt worse than the sound itself. They brought the girls to the old bathhouse—an ancient stone building that smelled of lavender, steam, and the faint underlying tang of fear. Adelaide had never been inside before. Only the Chosen walked through these doors. Moss clung to the stones outside like old fingers, and the carved lintel over the entrance bore patterns worn so faint she could barely make them out—circles and lines that might have been wards once, or warnings long since ignored. The bathhouse women were waiting—silent, stern, dressed in grey. They bowed their heads as the girls entered. The gesture felt less lik

They weren't too big, but the design and decoration weren't something you would see in a regular rich man's bedroom. So many other odds and oddities adorned the room, each one telling the story of a different time period, but I was too tired to explore each one I stepped into the bathroom, not too surprised by the gold-rimmed bathtub or the full-body mirror engraved in the wall. There was even a small chandelier. Who puts chandeliers in a bathroom? I guess that one took me by surprise. My purpose for coming in here was to wash the dirt from my hair and also wash my face. Due to the bandages, I couldn't take a bath, not by myself at least.

' And the reply she got was, "I have checked the place as you've asked me to do, and believe me I have found something really interesting inside the basement…?" (It really sounds interesting, and I know that you can understand which place they're talking about and why they're searching? And soon we will get to know two anonymous people at the same time and at the same place. Believe me, I'm talking about the glimpses of tomorrow, and it's about the darkest future of Ard's history which isn't written yet, but I already know everything).

It was Crimson. "Hello." I said as I answered the call and sat down. "Did you need something?" "Yeah, uh, I did." Crimson replied as he sighed. "Do you think I could take a bath in your house? I'm having water problems here." "This late at night? I mean you can, but do you know where our house is?" "Right. I forgot about that." "Do you wanna just meet up sonewhere so I can pick you up? The school's pretty close here."

Happiness is all that matters. Have a glass of wine while enjoying under the beautiful diminutive red pagoda, or mesmerize the breeze out on the open-air veranda while you dine on world-class meals. The Bathhouse at Qiwellness Living is romantic, relaxing, and one of a kind. It's so good, and you won't regret staying in this kind of place. It's far from the city, crowded and polluted. "Baby, did you like the place? I was planning to bring you here, but suddenly you're not around for three days. What are you doing those days, hours, minutes, and seconds that you're not with me."

Daphne opened the door a second later, after I told her to come in. “Ah, you’re ready!” She said happily. “Come.” She opened the door wide for me and I stepped into the bathing room, momentarily stunned at the beauty of it. The room was completely made of marble from floor to ceiling. There weren’t any windows but I could see a few ventilators at the top of the room to let air pass. The bath was more like a giant swimming pool with crystal blue waters and several stairs that led to the bath. There were several other women in the bath already, all in white linen gowns like mine, playing and swimming in the water.