Bathroom In The Shining Novels & Stories

The bathroom was a sanctuary of white marble and polished chrome. It was a space designed for luxury and relaxation, but for Emma, it was about to become a stage. The glass walls of the shower were transparent, a clear barrier that offered no privacy, no escape. She knew he was watching. She could feel his eyes on her, a heavy, palpable presence, even before she stepped under the hot spray.

'' I don't want to anger him more, so I obediently turn around and enter the bathroom. The bathroom is nice, with a big bath near the window, allowing me to see the starry night outside, two sinks and the shower stall, everything's white marble, only black towels and golden faucets give some color. I want to lock the door, but how nice, there is no lock.

'Guess, getting sleep here is going to be difficult. "Yeah, there'll be girls screaming— More! More! Faster! Faster!— all night." I rolled my eyes before shutting the windows. 'Haha, your mimicry was spot on.' Whatever. I'm sweaty. I need a shower. I spun and opened the door that I assumed led to a simple, boring bathroom any other room in a boys hostel would have. However, my mind exploded when I looked at what it was really— a dream-like bathroom with a cerulean marble tub, a section for shower and a huge mirror with lots of products sitting on the slab around the washbasin.

My father didn't do things by half measures, so just because it wasn't his main bathroom, did not mean it would not be grand. Stark white walls contrasted sharply against a deep green floor. It had no frivolousities. There was a mirrored cabinet above the sink, and a large shower surrounded by translucent glass. There was also a pristine white claw-foot tub, deep enough for me to hide in as a child. Although it wasn't very pristine right now. There was blood splattered on the wall beside it and a head was hanging out of the tub, chin on the edge, at an angle that would hurt.

But then again, what I had said to him earlier, especially after us having sex, might have gotten him in his feelings more than he let on. Without bothering to knock, I pushed open the heavy, polished door of the bathroom and walked in like I owned the place. It was a luxurious retreat: double marble sinks gleaming under optimal lighting, a neatly organized towel closet with plush linen towels meticulously folded in perfect rows, and an enormous mirror spanning from wall to wall, reflecting every detail of the room. The shower was stunning, with intricate mosaic tiles that shimmered with subtle color and pattern variations, catching the eye. The hot water from the showerhead surged forth, fi

How? My atoms panicked and I ran into the bedroom. My eyes flashed all over the floor for something. Where are my clothes? I raked my matted hair upwards as I racked my brain. Bloody hell! There was no time to bring anything with me when I shifted. My hands dropped, and I sucked in a sharp breath. Having no choice, I went to the lavish bathroom and locked the door. It was an open-plan double shower and bath with pivoting glass doors and the tub tucked under the wrap-around windows. Double showerheads were on opposite sides of the self-contained washroom. An all-white mix of finishes was warmed by brass fixtures and glamorous LED backlighting around the vaulted ceiling.

The bedside table had a nightstand which emitted a yellow faint glow. Then there stood a walk in closet. It was big, Sheila could bet that it would be able to accommodate a whole clothing store. Feeling exhausted from everything happening since morning, Sheila decided to take a shower before retiring for the night. Stripping herself, she walked to the bathroom only for her jaw to drop. The bathroom was as big as a room. The modern bathtub installed was tempting, calling her to go for a dip. The shower cabin was made of glass, making it easy for someone outside to see what's happening inside. Although the bath tub was inviting, she decided to take a warm shower instead.

“If this is the cage, at least it’s a very pretty one.” I bark a strangled laugh. “Try not to let the gilding distract you from the bars.” She flops back onto the bed, arms spread. “These bars have a thread count.” I head for the bathroom, needing a second alone before I start screaming or crying or both. The bathroom is obscene. Marble everywhere. A glass‑walled shower big enough for a football team, a freestanding tub under a window, two sinks with mirrors framed in soft light. Plush towels rolled in baskets. Tiny bottles of products with labels in French.

Leaning her forehead on his shoulder, she shook her head slightly and hoped that the dizziness would pass quickly. "Did you want to go to the bathroom?" Without waiting for an answer or looking at her, he continued on his way and placed her on a stool in the shower. The tiled room was big enough that a wheelchair could be entered and, in addition to the walk-in shower, had a wash basin and a large number of shelves and handles. Dim light replaces the sun, as there were no windows, just a soft roaring ventilation on the ceiling, like everywhere in the bunker.

I pushed it open, revealing a hidden corridor that led to the bathroom. Soft, muted light bathed the walls. Ornate vases with exotic flowers infused the air with a subtle, intoxicating scent. Framed artwork depicted serene landscapes, and textured wallpaper added depth and warmth. The bathroom itself was breathtaking. Marble floors stretched endlessly, smooth and cool beneath my feet. A luxurious bathtub rested on a raised platform, surrounded by cascading silk curtains. A glass-enclosed shower gleamed beside it, designed to mimic a gentle rainforest cascade. Twin sinks sat beneath ornate mirrors, golden faucets glinting in the soft light.