Classroom Of The Elite White Room Novels & Stories

I tell myself I’m here to understand what they are doing to Evan, what they did to Lucia, what they are doing to Leah. The reader accepts me immediately. The sound of the lock disengaging from the inside and the door opens. The room has no windows, no clocks, no concessions to time or weather. It is kept at a temperature designed to make bodies cooperative, cool enough that you are always slightly aware of your skin. The walls are painted matte white so nothing reflects back at you. The light is even, shadowless. It makes you feel as if you’ve stepped into a place where you can never hide. There are three screens mounted on the far wall. A long table beneath them. Two chairs. A console with

The lobby of the End-User Group Headquarters was a cathedral of "Polished Reality." There were no flickering pixels here, no low-res textures, and no scent of ozone. The floor was solid white Carrara marble, and the air smelled of expensive sandalwood and the sterile, pressurized chill of a high-altitude boardroom.

Somehow, I want to smile but I remain calm. Just in time, the elevator doors open and we both walk inside. Elia presses onto the button as we wait until we reach our floor—which is quite some time but fortunately, the elevator isn't stopping for anyone to enter. I can't seem to face any other human being at the moment. The elevator doors open, revealing a luxurious and modern sight which causes me to look in awe. The whole room is white but designed with soft coloured furniture such as beige, light green and grey. My eyes wander around and I can't help but feel mesmerised by the beauty.

Elena nodded, clutching her file tightly. “Elevator to the fifth floor, conference room B,” the woman said smoothly. Elena took the elevator with a few other early arrivals, a mix of nervous-looking students in freshly ironed shirts and ill-fitting blazers. She tried to breathe normally, but the elevator seemed to shrink around her as they ascended. The doors opened with a soft chime. “Conference Room B,” someone murmured. Elena followed the small group down a pristine hallway lined with artwork and expensive furniture. When they reached the glass-walled room, they found a long sleek table surrounded by modern chairs. A tray of pastries and bottles of water sat untouched at the end.

I heard Levy screaming as she walked away. Mother of cow. I couldn't help but stare in awe as I saw our classroom. The walls were of cream color with intricate designs carved on each wall. There were large windows with the emblem of Claw, giving a faint ray of sunshine that brightens up the room. Three chandeliers are hanging above and there are six long tables. I immediately frowned upon realizing the fact that I can't cheat easily. "Move aside." A deep voice came from behind. Mother of cow! Don't tell me I'm inside a class with my CEO?!

I pulled Eleanor along but not before pushing out my tongue and showing of the face to Damien. ‘’Omg! Manners Cressida! What are you doing?’ My inner voice spoke in, scolding myself. We pushed through the mobbed hallways until reaching the classroom number 44. On entering, I saw how familiar it was to our classrooms on earth. The walls were painted with cream white colour. The ceiling had spotlights infused in it as they lightened the entire classroom. Vertical windows were lined up on the front wall, as we stepped in. Smart Board was attached on the wall at the right side of mine, instead of a white board or a black board. Quite high tech, I liked it.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Grant." I turned to face the uniformed guy and gave off a smile. "Sir... Sir wants you in the white room," he informed while his eyes are on the floor. My forehead creased a little when he didn't state Gabriel's name. "Okay. Thank you!" He led me to a room at the end of the yacht. Like what he said, the walls, the ceiling and everything are pure white. I can't see any furnitures there except the white round table. The food was already sitting neatly at the table, facing the table are two white chairs. My heart almost flew out of my chest at the sight of the man sitting on one of the chairs.

She reached out, hand shaking, fingertips brushing the cold metal. The door slid open. Instantly. Silently. Holden grabbed her arm. “Wait—” But inside— There was no trap. No danger. Just a room. A small, blindingly white room filled with— Toys. Books. A tiny metal bed with crisp sheets. A desk with perfectly arranged crayons. A security camera in the corner. A child’s room. Elena’s lungs collapsed. Her vision blurred. Her heart ruptured. “No…” she whispered. “No, no, no—”

Pay attention to those who have come down the stairs. *** Emilio POV “Is the room still far enough away?” Alan shook his head, his hand pushing the brick room right in front of us. The wall next to him shifted. “We have arrived, this is the room he often uses to carry out his experiments. You can come in!” As soon as the door opened, I was completely speechless. Can't say anything to describe what's in front of me. The room is pure white, in the middle of the room there are several computers connected with several screens in the back. Neatly arranged cables connect them. It doesn't even tend to fall apart.

he wiggled his fingers. “I am going to return and hunt you down!” I yelled, while being taken away by Tyler. Before long, we arrived at the white room. Tyler opened the door, and brought me in. As I swept my eyes all over the place, a cold chill ran down the length of my spine. In front of me were sheets of glasses extending across the room like a bridge. From what I heard, some of them could hold the weight of a rock, and others were as fragile as an egg.