Novel & Cerita Bloody Bathroom

I tried opening the door but they wouldn't open except one I pushes the door open and got in. the owner of this room has good taste. The room was dark, everything was either black or grey. The king size bed was screaming my name,if only I could sleep on it I needed a good bath ,I was stinking really . When I got in the bathroom. My jaws dropped at the beauty I was seeing . A black and white bathroom. I wondered what was the use of having both a shower and a tub. Withour wasting time ,I filled the tub with hot water and removed my clothes and got in

"You're ridiculously stubborn." "And you love me anyway." She didn't answer, but she didn't ask me to put her down again, either. The bathroom was just as overwhelming as the rest of the room. A deep stone tub laid at its center, already filled, steam curling from the surface, the water filled with something that smelled like cedar. I set Raina down on the edge of the tub carefully, keeping my hands at her waist until I was sure she was steady. She looked around slowly. "This is obscene."

Two heavily built men with masks covering their faces stared down at me with menacing eyes. "The boss wants you" one of the men said, in a hoarse voice as the other removed my binds. I was led to a well furnished living room with floor to ceiling windows, the most beautiful chandelier I had ever seen and an indoor pool at my far right which led to the backyard. This must be one of the most beautiful houses I had ever since asides the white house.

The river below looked cold, gray, and infinite. I wandered down the long, mirrored hallway away from the main living area, the guards tracking my movements with their eyes but staying at their posts. I needed to wash the taste of blood from my mouth. I pushed open the double doors of the master bathroom—a cavernous room of black marble and gold fixtures. The blonde girl, Mia, was there.

I never saw that in him. The whole white bed is maroon red cause of dried blood, the wood floor too all has blood, with hand prints and looks like she crawled. It lead to the bathroom, I feel nausea we all walked into the bathroom the whole tub is blood, and that's when my stomach flipped and I throw up my guts out. When I saw the basin mirror, I found many small towels covered with blood an open first aid kid, and an alcohol bottle. James voiced, "Looks like she trends herself" Cain nodded his head and replied, "She must get out of here" Tex replied, "Even she walks out I am sure she must blank out on her way. Cause she lost so much blood" Suga said, "Let's check the surrounding area" Hope

Standing in front of me was a pink door, begging me to open it, but I withdrew my hands. What if the owner of the room was there? What if I was trespassing? What if I was about to break a rule? Throwing caution to the winds, I flung the door open, eager to see what it concealed. Right before me was a modern bathroom, covered in pink. What was this person's obsession with pink?! At least, it was the only room that was free from black. The bathroom was covered in pink flooring with shelves containing shampoos and body wash on it.

My mind began to conjure every worst-case scenario as I approached the bathroom door. The handle refused to yield when I tried it, locked in place. Panic set in, my heart racing with a frantic intensity. With a swift, precise motion, I snapped the lock, and the door creaked open, revealing a sight that made my blood run cold. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the gruesome scene before me. Roxy lay motionless in the tub, fully clothed, surrounded by water that had turned a deep, foreboding crimson.

My bare feet padded softly against the floorboards. When I reached the fourth white door, I hesitated. The handle was cold beneath my fingers. For a moment, I just stood there — afraid that if I opened it, I’d wake up back in that dark, filthy corner at the Blood Moon pack, and all of this would vanish like a dream. But I turned the handle. The bathroom was simple — stone walls, a narrow window, and a small wooden shelf lined with soaps and folded towels. Steam rose faintly from the tub, already filled with warm water. Brenda must have done it.

Walking around the wide elegant room, it was so quiet and eerie. Shifting back to his human form, Marcus walked closer to the bathroom door. Listening carefully, splashes of water was faintly heard behind this door. “She must be in the shower,” he answered. “But where did that crashing sound come from?” Sydney buzzed. Grabbing a red silky robe hanging on a closet rod. “Move,” demanding him to step aside from the bathroom door. As she intrudes, bottles of conditioner and shampoos were lying on the floor. The water from the spout was flowing freely on the ground mixed with a pinkish liquid, the strong scent of blood lingers in the entire bathroom.

“Please, for my sanity, Florence,” I stood nervously, the soft glow of the overhead light. The bathroom was cozy, adorned with rustic wooden walls and a large, intricately carved mirror hanging above a ceramic sink. A plush, cream-colored towel hung on a wooden rack nearby. The shower was a hollow space of dark marble and clean glass with a six-foot-long rainfall shower head embedded in the ceiling above it.