Bathroom Scene The Shining Novels & Stories

Inside the bathroom, Ethan turned the shower on as hot as it could go, desperate for the scalding steam to clear his racing head. He stood under the pounding, near-boiling spray for a long time, letting the water turn his shoulders a flush pink, trying to wash away the stubborn, vivid image of Marcus from his mind.

Luci only grunted in reply when he kicked the double doors open to our darkened room. Thinking he was going to deposit me on the bed, he surprised me as he went to the bathroom door. The entire bathroom was lit with hundreds of candles. Red rose and gardenia petals scattered intermittently between each candle. Candles adorned each open space on the counter, the floor, and even the windowpanes, except for the path that led us straight to the shower that was already running with steam. Water droplets rain down the glass, showing waterfalls of water coming from the gold decorated ceiling. Before I could comment on how beautiful, how magnificent it was, Luci had me in the shower, pushing me up a

"Mellie has stayed inside the bathroom an entire day just to hog the bathtub." However, the moment Ms. Graham heard that, her expression froze. She flung the door open, and her notebook clattered onto the floor as she cried out in shock.

(HAZEL'S POV) "Come to the bathroom with me! I'll teach you how to kill a man!" He ordered. For some odd reasons, I followed him towards the bathroom without questions. The walls were made of shimmering glass and the shower room was big enough to accommodate four people. There were multiple showerheads mounted on the walls and ceiling. I breath in a sweet fragrance of lavender as we walked further in, stopping right before a jacuzzi tub. The water in the large oval-shaped tub was already warm and inviting. Makes me wonder what promises of pleasure awaits me inside those waters.

Haley wanted to ask what Henry was about to say, but upon hearing his last sentence, she forgot about everything else and hurried into the bathroom. Shane was lying in the porcelain bathtub, his eyes tightly closed. His face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color. He was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of briefs, his sexy and well-defined chest exposed to the air. The warm yellow light softened his intimidating aura, making him appear less unapproachable. Haley's eyes reddened with pity as she approached the bathtub and slowly crouched down. Sensing someone approaching, Shane cautiously opened his eyes. Those deep, dark eyes flickered with sharpness, like a newly unsheathed blade, capab

I could give him an ultimatum. I lazily walked to his room, hearing the sound of the shower running in the hallway. I had to think of something before he finished bathing. I entered the room, and my brain went into shock when I looked toward the bathroom, taking in the image inside the shower. His eyes were closed as the water jet hit his face, running down his broad back and over his muscular and hot body. Seeing the scene made me wet. His cock was clearly on display through the transparent glass. It was hard and huge.

I stood in my old room, naked and erect, picturing my sister in the shower, warm water running over her perfect body, down between the firm flanks of that ass that I finally saw. I stepped to the door of my room, opened it. The bathroom door was ajar. It was always tough to close, I guess Bonnie forgot. She never did that summer. I could see her in the shower, reflected in the fogging mirror. Nothing clear, just her form, and between her legs, the dark triangle. I was so focused; I didn't hear her shut the water off. Suddenly, the door slid open, and in the foggy reflection, there she was, Bonnie, gloriously naked. I panicked. As I pulled back into my room, I'm sure our eyes met. Not good.

Already added something that turns the water a faint, milky pearl and fills the air with lavender so thick and clean it almost hurts to breathe in after the courthouse and the cameras and the smell of recycled institutional air. I stand at the edge of it for a moment. This is his bathroom. I am standing in Damian Voss's bathroom, because somehow, I forgot how to walk and I had to be carried like a baby by Damien of course, straight into his bedroom. My scalpel has no comment. She's busy staring at the rainfall shower head that's roughly the diameter of a dinner plate.

LUXURIOUS BATHROOM – MORNING Sunlight streamed through the billowing curtains, casting a soft glow on the opulent marble bathroom. The air was filled with the delicate scent of candles, mingling with the fresh aroma of a bath filled with rose petals. In the center of the room, a large, ornate bathtub stands, adorned with flickering candles and surrounded by rose petals that float atop the warm, soothing water. Alana, with a smile that illuminated the room, sat in the tub, her eyes closed as she relished in the tranquility.

The sound of water running along with his scent in the air soothes my headache a little, but then the metallic scent of blood invades my senses and bile once more bubbles in my throat. I close my eyes, sighing softly. Then, I hear a loud noise coming from inside and my eyes shoot open. I rotate the knob and step inside the bathroom. My eyes find Cain standing under the shower, the water running down his hair, his bare back and disappearing in his pants. My eyes are drawn to his hand when he hits the mirror in front of him at full force. Again and again. Glass shatters and pierces his hand as blood starts pouring down his hand but he doesn’t stop.