Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite White Room

Marcus answered quietly. “Or hearing what we refused to hear.” Adrian crouched slightly now, keeping his eyes level with Liora. “Who cries?” Liora pointed toward the chapel again. “Woman in white room.” Sabine’s face drained completely. There was no acting there. Only recognition. Aurelia saw it. “You know where that is.” Sabine whispered: “There is no white room anymore.” Elias shouted from above: “There is if Adrian kept the lower wing sealed.”

“Calista, this is your room,” Claire said, smiling. Calista stared at this room in admiration. She liked it so much. This room is so beautiful, it looks like a princess room. The room is spacious and painted white. A fine white carpet covered the floor of the room like snow. Everything in this room is beautiful and luxurious in classic style. She could see the front yard filled with white roses from the large glass window of the room. It stunned her when she saw the bathroom in the room; it was so luxurious and three times the size of her bedroom.

Even though I didn’t read it, of course I would know who Harry Hemingway is. I cleared my throat and gave her a warm smile. “You don’t need to answer it now. I don’t know your reasons but I trust you.” Somehow, I was comfortable with her, like how I was feeling at eased with Harry before. “T-thank you ma’am.” She stuttered but her expression was thankful. It was also when the elevator opened that we were able to get out and walked towards a big classy wooden door. The moment she typed something, the door opened and we got inside a really spacious room. I almost felt speechless. How could this building have a secret room like this? The place was really neat and clean with its white wall.

I should have noticed it right away. "This is it," Zalu says, and I look up at a yellow door with a black one on it. "I get room one," I ask, and she nods while turning the knob. "You were the first to arrive," Zalu says, and the door swings open. She leads me into a room fit for a grand hotel, and my eyes widen as I look around. Unlike the other rooms we have been in, this one is white with splashes of grey. No bright colors clashing with one another in sight. Just white and grey walls with lavish furniture just begging to be laid on.

He did not ask for this, no one asked for this, and I did not ask to be cheated on and humiliated. “Please don't talk to me, " He said, betraying all the hope I had, just when I finally thought I was getting to him, we neared the white room, the white room was actually white, and it is located at the far end of the pack. As we got to the room I was meant to be placed in, I saw some girls that have already been put there waiting for the time when they would be taken away, and captured by their fates.

he asked me before turning around and heading inside. I just snorted. Wasteful. I thought he would laugh. I still hope. Shh! I just stepped inside. COLE POV I gasped as I entered the large brass door. An elegant and spacious room was revealed to me. Wait, how can I describe it? I can't find a sensible adjective. The room itself shouted the eliteness status of the owner. Terrible! Just imagine that a Prince lives in Sephiro's Penthouse. That's not difficult... Bennet looks like a prince. Prince of Bipolars and screamers. Hahahaha!

Snow looked at Melissa, who nudged her to go with them. They got to the door and Lady Clara slowly opened the door to reveal a room that was designed in white. The walls were painted with shades of white. Her eyes fell on the king-sized bed sitting in the middle of the room adorned with white sheets, a plush duvet and soft textured white pillows. The white cotton was hung gracefully, allowing natural light to flow in. A white vanity table with a matching and clean-lined wardrobe added touches to the room, including the silver knobs and frames. The room was too big, too beautiful and her mouth widened in awe as tears threatened to slip out of her eyes.

‎ ‎Damien hummed softly to himself, watching them disappear down the hall. ‎For once, he was very glad he wasn’t a dominant man. ‎ ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎The hallway stretched ahead—dimly lit, quiet, a stark contrast to the pulsing city beyond the glass walls. ‎ ‎Zeke’s grip on Eli’s collar never loosened as he guided him through a side door, into a room Eli hadn’t seen before—an office or lounge, minimalist and cold, with sleek black furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the skyline. ‎ ‎The door clicked shut behind them.

The elevator doors slid open. Unit 40B was not a home. It was a sterile, terrifyingly expensive box. The floors were gray marble, polished to such a high shine that they looked like ice. The furniture was black leather and chrome, with sharp edges that seemed designed to discourage anyone from getting comfortable. The walls were floor-to-ceiling glass, offering a panoramic view of the frozen city, but the windows were triple-paned and didn't open. The air inside was filtered, recycled, and smelled of absolutely nothing. Aria stood in the center of the living room, feeling like a gray stain on the pristine floor. Damian stood by the door, his black coat still on, his presence filling the room

Gwen POV “Wow!” I muttered to myself when we got inside. The building screamed class. The floors gleamed, and the walls were painted white and gray. While I followed Mr. Boyd, I could feel several eyes on me. I just tried to act casual since they do not feel offensive. The whole place looked like everyone was busy with their jobs. We reached the top floor, and Mr. Boyd entered a glass room that looked like an aquarium. Mr. Boyd explained it was the conference room.