Black Red Room Novels & Stories

At the very end of the hallway stood a pair of double doors in the darkest red I had ever seen, almost black in the dim lighting. With trembling hands, I pushed open those final doors and stepped into the room. The sight that greeted me stole the breath from my lungs. The room was decorated entirely in shades of red and black, from the rich velvet curtains to the polished obsidian fixtures. But it was not the color scheme that shocked me into frozen silence. It was the room’s obvious purpose. This was a pleasure room.

We soon stopped in front of a room which was the last room on the south wing, and he swiped out a card from his drenched suit pocket, and slid it on the door sensor to open it. As the door slowly opened, the room began to get lit with red lights, and a single bed which was obviously programmed, surprisingly came out from inside a wall. I sat on the bed, my long hair, sticking to my face as I struggled to search Dashiell's expression for some reason why we were in a room that was almost empty. "This room is called the red room," he announced. I quirked my head to the side and chuckled, "Let me guess…this is also known as your kink room?"

How can a person vanish just like that? Taking a deep breath I pushed open the door and stepped inside. It closed automatically behind my back. I blinked my eyes at the bright red light everywhere. No wonder it was called the red room. "Hello?" I whispered, my voice barely audible as I tried to walk further. The room was huge, furniture everywhere. I don't know if it was the lighting but even the furniture appeared to be red. This guy was clearly obsessed with the colour and had some issues if he was able to create a room like that. It seemed like something an insane person would do.

Fear gripped her as she stare at the room most of the things here are sharp weapons strong belts and rope everything in the room are all red colours she felt her heart racing very fast as she wonder what the room is made for. "Handy what is this place?" she asked looking round the room. "This is called the red room or danger room" he said with a smirk. "Danger room, red room" Kiara mumble. "This room is meant for torturing people" he explained further. "Huh" she gasp. "Handy please let me go she pleaded. "Hahaha" Handy laughed. "You should have thought about that before throwing yourself at him" he smirk. She went mute trying to understand what her husband is talking about. Since he left w

More exclusive. The carpet was thicker, the lighting was softer. The private suites resembled hotel accommodations more than hospital rooms. And Marilyn's confusion only deepened. What exactly was happening? The nurse eventually stopped outside a large door. Then she opened it. The moment Marilyn stepped inside, she nearly gasped. The room was beautiful. Large windows overlooked the city skyline. Fresh flowers filled the suite. The furniture looked expensive, and sitting comfortably in the center of it all was Elizabeth Oxford. The moment Elizabeth saw her daughter, her face lit up. Relief instantly washed through Marilyn.

I muster out almost snickering but then caught myself as I realized I had spruted those words out instead of in my head. A strangled laugh bubbled in my throat, but I quickly swallowed it. Nicolas's big hand on the small of my back tightened as a warning as he then nudged me forward. I took a step, heading toward a hallway with walls and a mirrored ceiling. That, with the dim lights, gave it some sensual arua. We kept on walking until we made it to the end of the hallway, which opened up to a large room with a bar to the right. The room was painted black with dark crimson accents, from thick oriental rugs hanging off the walls, to the red marble floors, to the ruby chandelier hanging from th

He looked back at the girl, sneered, and smacked her cheek lightly as he drove his cock out of her mouth. “I’m not done with you….” He growled and made his way out. Anton followed Alexei to his room which had a dark tone because all the interior decorations were black color. It oozed their mafia vibes. While Alexei’s room had a black tone to it, Anton’s had red…the two colors that portrayed the life they lived. “What is it?” He asked Alexei who had just sunk onto his bed, gazing into the laptop before him. Anton’s curiosity doubled. With wrinkled brows, he hurried over to his brother’s side and stopped before the computer.

He then used his finger print to open the door to the adjacent room, and after typing the pin once more, the door opened. What in the world is this... My eyes first landed on the large room's black furniture before moving to the king-sized bed, which was entirely black but for the wall's dark red colour and the wardrobe. "What the hell is this?" "Why is it all red and black?"While looking around the room, I questioned him. When I went to take a look around the room, he remarked, "The room where you will do as I command you," after a long pause. When I turned to face him, our eyes locked, and I approached him.

It was all a nightmare right? Gulping down the lump forming in her throat, Sara looked around herself. She was in some unknown place but it did not look like prison. It was a room furnished in all black and red. A set of black and red sofa set was placed at the one corner of the room while two doors were present on both sides of the room. A frown etched upon her forehead and she noticed the bed she was currently sitting on. Its sheets were black while the pillows and blankets were red.

At this time, in front of them was a fairly large room. In contrast to the gloomy and murky corridor, the inside of the room was an ivory white light, enough to see everything clearly. After seeing clearly the situation in the room, Uri was almost so frightened that he was speechless. This is a fairly large room, about a hundred square yards, designed in a rather modern direction. The four sides of the wall are paved with black marble, each hand-sized stone block is arranged side by side meticulously and regularly. The floor is paved with small stones, and on the ceiling hangs a rather large chandelier. The only light of the room also comes from it. In the four corners of the room, each with