Best Bathroom Books Novels & Stories

“That’s better.” Zena and I smiled in understanding. The powder room was large enough for the three of us. Clad in white marble it had a large vanity mirror, even a gilt-edged tub. Double doors opened out onto a small balcony. “This is a very nice bathroom,” Zena mused as her fingers glanced along the soft linens and smooth marble finishes. “Everything here is. It’s one of the things I looked forward to the most about moving here. Home is just too…rustic.”

With anticipation in his heart, he approaches the door and pushes it open. To his surprise, he finds himself in a breathtaking underwater bathroom. The room is spacious, with pearlescent walls reflecting the gentle glow of the surrounding sea. The centerpiece of the room is a magnificent bathtub, unlike any Joe has ever seen. The tub begins with a large clamshell angled downward, creating a luxurious reclining space. Its sides are built up, gradually deepening the water, and at the end of the shell, there is a well that allows for complete submersion.

Just to hear him call me a good girl. I gasp at the sheer size of the bathroom. It is huge and pristinely clean. White marble everywhere that actually fucking glitters. Soft strategic lighting that transforms the space into something of a show. Like one of those luxury setups of what a bathroom should look like by ridiculous high-end interior designers whose target markets are people like Stephane. The one of ones.

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.

"Steam accumulation creates condensation. Condensation creates slick surfaces." "You and your surfaces," Elion muttered, rinsing his toothbrush. "You know, for a guy who claims to be a 'consultant,' you obsess over safety like an OSHA inspector on speed." "Safety is a prerequisite for survival." "We are in a bathroom, Cale. Not a minefield." "Statistically," Cale said, his eyes tracking a droplet of water sliding down the mirror, "the bathroom is the most dangerous room in the house. Falls. Drowning. Electrocution. It's a wet box of hard surfaces."

Giselle cocked an eyebrow at her indifferent expression , rolled her eyes and closed the door with a bang . The bathroom was a celebration of white and black, with the red roses in the vase it was most welcoming . Chelsea stripped off her white wedding gown , The right combination of white and black textures had the ability to make the bathroom both intimidating and cozy , stepping on the shiny floor tiles and then onto the zebra accent rug, Rosalie let herself sink in. the sharp and clean tub .The bathroom was strategically designed to create strong and dramatic contrasts. The way the light is reflected on the paneled wall, its matte black finish and the overall ambiance made it a very i

Kathleen's POV "So there are two bathrooms in this room? Why is that? Is there any difference or just to show off their money?" I asked, and the maid smiled politely before shaking her head. "That's not it, mam. The bathroom in the front of your bed has a shower and a normal bathtub, but the bathroom on the right side has a Jacuzzi bath and advanced technology shower," The maid said, and I hummed. Advance technology shower? Just using big terms, I see.

I say casually, "really nice bedroom. I feel like I'm in one of those home décoré magazines my grandma likes to read. Very regal. Very, um, I-I like it." Adam turns to me and I start walking the other way, toward a door that opens to a bathroom. Large tub. Large shower—space for more than one person in there. Is that two shower heads? I shut the door and rest my back against it. "Nice, uh, bathroom. Looks very clean."

I shut the door behind me and took in the space. It was large and magnificent. The room had stunning marble floors, golden lamps, and a massive king-sized bed in the center. A sheer curtain swayed gently over the balcony, revealing a breathtaking sea view that made the space feel warm and calming—like it could wash away someone’s sorrow. It had been a long day, and I knew I needed a bath. The bathroom was just as beautiful, with fluffy white towels, a deep bathtub, and a large mirror. As the hot water poured down on my bare skin, it eased all the tension building up in my chest.

And as our bodies drew closer, we knew that this was just the beginning of a lifetime of passion and love, a journey that we were ready to embark on together. Nate's bathroom was a sanctuary of modern elegance. As I stepped inside, I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty that surrounded me. The walls were adorned with sleek, white tiles, reflecting the soft glow of the ambient lighting. It created an atmosphere of tranquility and sophistication, a perfect haven for intimate moments.