Novel & Cerita Card Room

Regina did not understand how Myrna managed to book such a luxurious room to host Regina's party. When Regina arrived, she was guided by a dedicated waiter to the party venue. "Maam, please hold the issued magnetic card and press the touch panel of the door with the number corresponding to your card." After giving instructions, the male employee of the bar respectfully left. Regina looked confusedly at the magnetic card in her hand and went to find her party room. This was the first time she saw how complicated it was to find a party room. Perhaps for safety and security reasons for upper-class customers, this bar has devised a way to use magnetic cards to open the door.

“Guess we’re sharing.” She handed the keycard. “Room 414.” I took the keycard, rolling my eyes. "Great."

"Open it," Frank whispered with a faint smile. When Kara found the access card in the box, her eyes widened. “What?” "That's your room key." Kara's eyebrows furrowed. The cards had different colors—pink for Emily, blue for Louis, and yellow for her. “We ... got different rooms?” she sighed doubtfully. Frank nodded. “Those rooms are empty. I'd be happy if you could occupy it." Emily and Louis stared at each other with round mouths. "We have our own room?"

My hand hovered over the card reader for a moment before I finally slid the keycard through. The machine blinked green. Click. The door unlocked. I pushed it open slowly. And stepped inside. Then I froze. The room was… stunning. Not flashy. Not overly decorated. Just… perfect. A large plush bed sat in the center, layered with soft cream sheets and a light gold throw blanket draped across the bottom. The pillows looked so comfortable I almost wanted to collapse into them immediately. Soft neutral colors filled the space…warm beige walls, pale wood furniture, subtle gold accents that caught the sunlight.

"Don't blame me! I just know that two people play something. Cards, I think and well the looser gets to pull off one thing they're wearing. I think it continues like that until. . ." Silence reigned in the room for a moment. "Until?" Covey prompted, moving closer to Cara. She shrugged, glancing at the pack of cards. "Don't worry, it's a bad idea." "What!? I think it's lovely," Covey was quick to say. "Really?" "Yeah, why don't we get started." A grin was present on his face as he stood up to retrieve the pack of cards. Cara stared at him as he walked back. She needed no angel to tell her that this was going to be a long night.

Scarlet shook her head as she got out of the car, the other two followed, and they found themselves in front of a little warehouse. “Follow me!” Chris instructed, walking forward, the three girls walked behind him. “I hope this doesn’t affect our studies” Dominica whispered to her two friends. “We’d blow up the freaking school if we fail, am not signing this for nothing” Rue giggled. They got to the door and Chris pulled out a card from his wallet and insert it before the door opened with a beep. “You’ll get your card soon” The girls nodded as they walked inside but abruptly halted as they came encountered with a space, nothing but a wide room with absolutely nothing but an elevator.

Arc 1: The Wrong Room My keycard said 412. I pressed four in the elevator. I counted the doors in the hallway. I did everything right and somehow I am standing in the wrong room staring at the most beautiful bare back I have ever seen in my twenty-six years of life. In a room that looks absolutely nothing like mine even when the card feels right. He hasn't heard me come in.

Beam is playing the room card in his hand while walking nervously to the presidential suite on the top floor of the building. He is not sure if it will still work but he can try. After he finished his transactions at the bank, he decided to drop by this place again. After four long years, he hasn't returned but he kept the keycard in his wallet and he will use it again today. He tried to use the card at the door and his heart jumped when he heard a click which means that the door has unlocked. After all these years, the lock was not changed.

BOARD ROOM An inscription was boldly inked on the top of the crystal door frame that gave a wrinkled reflection of the duo. Damian tucked his free hands into his filler pockets and brought forth a shiny red plastic card, placing it near the doorknob; the door reads the card for three seconds and makes a sound while typing letters in a straight line. “ACCESS GRANTED! WELCOME, MR. & MRS. DAMIAN” MRS? Naomi thought. Unimpressed, her lips wiggle, almost letting a noticeable smile. But she cuts the crab off. The door split open in different directions, leaving everything inside the board road to the imagination.

I hesitated and looked purposively at Claire but this time she kept her eyes firmly ahead. We followed to a set of double glass doors at the end of the room. Carver swiped some sort of security card clearance and we were in a large hanger. There were some offices in the corner but apart from a collection of hefty looking electrical cables the entire area consisted of just two identical dark grey plinths. They were set a few yards apart from each other with a thick mesh-lined glass wall between them and a line of plastic seats. Carver pointed the wall out. “Shatterproof steel-meshed glass.”