Bathroom In The Shining Novels & Stories

Apparently I have said something very wrong and the look on her face suggests I should already know who she is, maybe I hit my head harder than I thought and my memory is damaged. That would explain some things though not enough things, far from enough. Deciding I need a moment away from her increasingly bewildered stare, I turn and search for the bathroom and it takes only a few seconds to find it, the door alone is larger than my apartment's front entrance, I push it open and stop. The bathroom is absurd. White marble stretches across the floor and walls, gold fixtures gleam beneath the sunlight pouring through another massive window. The bathtub could easily fit six people, there is a cha

Okay, the underground playroom was cool as well, plus the kitchen, from the peek she’d had at it, but the giant bath was definitely up there in her top ten. Bigger than her bedroom at home, the bath had a glittering crystal fringe chandelier, pale green silk wallpaper, and an array of plumbing more elaborate than two American men should know how to use. Rebecca was so in love with the shower’s zillion body sprays that she hadn’t yet tried the freestanding, reheating soaker tub. If she’d had this bathroom in her house, she might never get muscle knots. She half-hummed, half-sang a Pink song as she soaped herself. She pushed aside the knowledge that this might be her last time here. She’d reme

I invite, a hint of mischief lacing my voice. His gaze meets mine, a mixture of curiosity and wariness. With regal composure, Lucian follows my lead as we make our way towards the bathroom. The unfamiliar territory doesn't deter his dignified posture. I push open the door, revealing a modern and well-appointed space, its pristine fixtures gleaming under the lights. "This is the bathroom," I announce, sweeping a hand towards the clean surroundings. "You'll find everything you need here: a luxurious shower, a sleek sink, and a toilet that obeys your every command."

I TURN the faucet handle to the very right, letting the cold water splash against my hands. I'd hoped it would ease my rattling mind that's working like a beehive in overdrive. Too many resurfaced questions. Too many people watching us with whispers under their breaths. The ballroom bathroom looks about how I expected. Porcelain sinks curve around gold spouts, and tall marble stalls reflect at me through the mirrors with glittery heels poking underneath the doors. I release a breath, rummaging through my clutch, right as two girls come stumbling into the bathroom, their hands bracing the walls.

He ordered me to lead me to the bathroom. I got to the very spacious bathroom and he showed me around to every possible thing I would need and handed me a new toothbrush. The bathroom had a dull deeo orange light that gave a vibrant sexual energy to the bathroom and the frost glass that covered the fore walls of the shower reflected it well creating tiny refractions around the bathroom, it was a really prerty bathroom.

Her eyes glare at me. “She will be blindfolded.” I turn and walk away from her to the large bathroom, decked out from floor to ceiling in Tiger Eye marble, it soothes me almost instantly. The coolness of the marble all around me, the black and gold shower, the stone wash basins. All natural and easy on the eye. I hear her stomping behind me. “You will what?”

Sienna quickly followed suit and I could resist staying behind. Her bathroom was surprisingly spacious with a big stone sink underneath a mirror that filled almost her entire wall. The walk-in shower was roomy enough to easily fit us three and her waterfall-style showerhead was just large enough that it’d cover all of us if we stayed close together. I was quickly pressed between their slippery bodies while their hands cooperated with the warm water to cover my body.

"I'm taking you to the bathroom right through that door. I'll be with you the entire time." Emmeline’s glassy eyes tracked the steady, unblinking focus in his familiar blue eyes. Slowly, her fingers uncurled from his shirt. Zavian stood, sliding one arm beneath her knees to lift her again. She went completely limp in his hold as he carried her through the connecting door. The bathroom was a sprawling, spa-like sanctuary. A sunken tub of seamless black marble sat beneath a glittering antique crystal chandelier. Soft, recessed lighting illuminated the heated floors, and a wide vanity spanned the far wall.

The assistant led Sherry into another room where a dark, sleek tub filled with water awaited her. The room resembled a luxurious spa rather than a mere washroom. Black marble tiles covered the floor, polished to a mirror-like gleam. A small leather chair sat near the tub, and the assistant gestured for Sherry to sit.

Gideon literally drops me on my ass once we’re in the most luxurious bathroom I’ve ever seen. The lights were off last night so I didn’t get a good look at the space. This bathroom is a little less bachelor than the bedroom; there are little plastic flowers on the window just above the toilet, the bathtub is massive with four gold feet and matching taps, and the assortment of bubbles, lotions and bathsalts tells me a woman definitely uses this room on the regular. The shower is huge; it easily takes up a third of the far wall, the shower head is almost three times bigger than any showerhead I’ve ever seen. The glass separating the shower from the rest of the bathroom is completely clear; I c