Black Red Room Novels & Stories

Nora waved and was out of the room before they could ask her about food. Back in the boys' room, they had just finished unpacking and settling into the huge bedroom. The red walls filled the room with dread, one that doesn't sit well with Jamie, as if painting the walls red wasn't creepy enough, they had spread the beds with red sheets, the floor held a tick red rug, the only black colored furniture in the room was the sofas and the table.

Anya’s POV Nikolai’s hand on my lower back feels like a brand itself. It is hard and possessive. He leads me past the familiar corridors, further into the house, to a heavy black door I have never seen open. He takes a key from his pocket and opens the door gently. The snap is loud in the stillness. “Welcome to the Red Room,” he says. His voice is low and dark. The name sends ice through my veins. The Red room sounds so cliche but I hope it is not what I actually think it is because that room name is popularly common in one thing.

I try saying, but he turns and starts walking away in a hurry. "Demetrius would kill me!" he yells, running down the hall. "Oh my goodness, I'm alone once again," I mutter to myself, taking a deep breath. I glance at the door one more time, mustering up courage to enter the room. I place my hand on the doorknob and slowly, the door swings open, revealing a dark and sumptuous room beyond. The walls are covered in black velvet, the floor a deep crimson. Candles are placed throughout the room, casting an eerie glow over everything. A massive bed, draped in dark red satin, takes up most of the space, looking both inviting and foreboding.

Skai’s POV Giovanni's men tracked Luca's location but they didn't find him. They returned with one of his men. We walked towards the lone building that looked like a barn. The door led to another room, which is called the Red Room. It is painted white with blood smears and splashes on the wall, making it look sacred and scary. A tool bag and a metal bucket was placed in a corner. The room has a creepy feeling, different from the mansion. Any offender who enter didn't come out alive. Blood is always spilled on the floor - through torture or gunshots.

Lorenzo had a thoughtful expression for a few seconds before responding. “Technically, the room can’t actually pass on as a red room cause it’s barely set up.” He continued and I blinked at him once again, still feeling very confused. “So, back to your initial question… a red room is a standard room for a dom… and a sub.” He continued and somehow, when I thought I couldn’t get anymore confused, he went and proved my subconscious wrong without hesitations.

I nodded and waited for them to open the door before stepping inside. My heart wouldn’t stop racing as I entered the richly furnished room. It was painted red, with a black couch, table, and most of the decorations in the same color. The room only had a bed in the center, covered in red sheets. In one corner stood a closed black wardrobe, leaving me curious about what was inside. Overall, the room had a romantic vibe and seemed perfect for those into BDSM. I looked around but couldn’t find the man who had paid for this dance. Shouldn’t he be here already?

She looks around frantically as though looking for an escape. "Let's find out. Shall we?" Taking hold of her arms, I drag her to the left of the room, up the glass-made stairs, and into a swanky lounge. Couches and several comfy chairs line up on the left side of the wall. On the other side, there is a door leading into rooms, most of which are closed, indicating they are currently occupied. I find an empty room, flip on a switch that lights up the whole room, and shut the door behind us. The room is painted red and black, with a king-size bed at the end of the room, one doesn't need to think hard and long about what this room is meant for.

She smiled, and I forced one back, though my earlier confidence had been replaced by a nervous flutter in my stomach. Left alone in the lonely, dark hallway, I slowly opened the door and stepped into..... 'A red room for today's studio?' I whispered, glancing around. A black wardrobe stood in one corner, its contents obvious. A jumbo bed, draped in the finest red sheets and a black comforter, occupied another corner. A coffee table sat in the center of the room, surrounded by three black leather sofas. A soft red and black carpet lay in the middle of the room.

MARK Shit, my head. The room was unnervingly still, a stark contrast to the chaos erupting in my mind. I found myself in a dimly lit chamber, an oppressive silence pressing down on me. The walls, painted in a ghostly white, seemed to close in, casting long shadows that danced ominously in the faint light. The air was heavy, thick with a metallic tang that prickled the back of my throat. The source of this unsettling aura lay in the centre of the room: a large, white bed, its sheets drenched in a dark, crimson stain that seemed to spread and pulse like a living thing.

It’s happening. We walk down a short corridor before stopping in front of a door. He carefully unlocks it with a single key. The moment we step inside, my eyes widen, fear and confusion hit me all at once. “What the fuck?” The words leave my mouth in a whisper. Then comes his voice. “Welcome to the Alpha’s red room.” The walls were draped in red paint and red curtains, it was like walking into hell, only this was a different kind. The worst of it all was the items positioned at their angles, every item used for BDSM stared back at me.