Booktok Room Novels & Stories

I said panting “you don’t look like you are in a good shape” “don’t tell me about” She slid a card over the door and it snapped open to a huge room. One might confuse for an executive office with settee in the middle. We walked in together. Why does this room feel so familiar? The room was filled with books from the top to the bottom. It surrounded a table and a chair that was made with mahogany and black leather. The sandal wood and the smell of books filled the air.

"Family loyalty doesn't mean much in our world, Nicole Martins. Sometimes, the best way to survive a monster is to learn exactly how he thinks." Before I could say anything else, a sharp bell rang through the stone vents of the room. The hour was up. It was time to go to the mixed rooms. Twenty minutes later, Kaelen and I stood in front of the door of room 109. My heart was hammering against my ribs as Kaelen put the key into the lock and turned it with a sharp click. He pushed the door open, and we stepped inside. The room was large, built from cold grey stone but made warm with thick fur rugs and a big, roaring fire in the center. Two heavy wooden bunk beds stood on opposite sides of the r

She seemed sweet and easygoing. Marilyn hesitated briefly, then finally closed her laptop. “Okay. Just for a little while.” Tyler raised both hands dramatically. “Victory.” The three of them headed toward the executive lounge café located on the twenty-sixth floor. The atmosphere there was calmer than the busy public restaurants downstairs. Large glass windows overlooked Crystal City, and soft jazz played quietly in the background. They settled into a booth near the windows. Tyler slid a menu toward Marilyn. “Order whatever you want. Consider it compensation for surviving Raymond Stewart.”

She was far from home and she was in unknown territory. Finding what he was looking for, he tilted the book with the title on its spine, To Kill A Mockingbird. A resounding click was heard, and the bookshelves parted into two like the Red Sea to reveal the titanium door with a security pad on the side. Phil punched in the codes in haste, and before you know it, they were inside the secret room.

I weaved through the crowd, hips brushing strangers, until I hit the front desk, where a bored looking receptionist chewed gum and scrolled her phone. “Room,” I said, voice rough, slapping my card on the counter. “Now.” She didn’t blink, just ran the card, handed me a keycard, and pointed to the stairs. “Second floor, 214.” I nodded, ready to move, but then my eyes caught a glossy booklet on the counter, pages open to photos of men and women, all chiseled jaws and curves, names and stats listed like a menu. I frowned, glanced at her. “These for bookings?”

Call ended. I placed the phone down and turned to the far corner of my room. My fingers curled around the spine of an old leather book — Feral Decay, it read. Fitting. I tilted it. Click. A mechanical hum stirred to life. The wall trembled — then split open. Cool air rushed out. I stepped inside. The room beyond was bathed in soft red light. The walls, lined with shadows and secrets. In the center stood a queen-sized bed, draped in black silk. Cuffs hung from its corners. Straps. Whips. Tools of command — untouched, unused... until now.

It made me see the door that led into the bathroom and a big bookshelf I had missed earlier. “I want to show you something.” He gestured for me to follow him as he walked over to the bookshelf. I frowned when he pulled a specific book a few inches out of its spot and a click filled the room. He glanced at me, and then pulled the shelf away from the wall, revealing a secret room. “A nest if you ever need one.” “I won’t,” I replied. But curiosity had me moving past him into the room. There were no windows. A big canopy bed occupied the center of the room. Thick purple curtains surrounded the bed which was covered with different size pillows.

Bruno said under his breath, his thought as good as mind. I hummed in agreement and said "Of course they would, what he did to me must've given him a seat around their dining table” before getting up. I walked to my bookshelf by the wall and pulled one of the books slightly toward me. There was a click and the shelf moved sideways, revealing a secret room. The inside looked like a cigar room, with a mini bar in the corner; a smoking area, a small lounge and a mirror covered in a white sheet.

I watched Kat take it all in, her fingers trailing along the doorframe like she was memorizing it. Upstairs, the boys scattered. Jace found the room with the built-in bookshelf and a window seat. “This one,” he said. “Just need a desk and a bed. I don't want or need alot.” "Says you, have you every been shopping with woman, yet alone the women here. This room and closet will be full by tomorrow. with more then you will every need." I laugh as we followed Koda to another room. Koda toddled into the room with the sloped ceiling, his little boots thumping against the hardwood. He stopped in the middle, spun in a slow circle, then pointed at the biggest wall with both hands like he was casting a