Do You Like The Red Room Novels & Stories

My breath hitched in my throat when I imagine myself dancing a strip dance. “Relax, Two floors remain,” He said, caressing my back. “What is that for” I mere whispered when he opened the giant red colour gate on the second floor. “It's Red Room Zone,” He said, and I was looking at him with confusion about what is Red Room. “ Come directly see what meaning of Red Room Zone” I heard a different sound coming from every room like all rooms are occupied. I was getting bad vibes from this floor. First-floor experience telling me it's more terrifying.

He motioned me over and I wanted to ignore him and be difficult but I ended up giving into him and in no time, I was being tugged atop him on the bed. His hands circled my hips and he rolled sideways, legs trapping me in the bed against him. I clutched his arm and sucked in deep breaths in order to fill my lungs of his scent. He was holding me like he didn’t want me to escape, like I’d even take the chance if I was given one. “That was a red room.” He finally spoke and I blinked up at him in confusion. “What’s a red room?” I asked while my mind wandered. Lorenzo had a thoughtful expression for a few seconds before responding.

"It's best if you come with me." He rose from his chair and approached his bookcase. He pulled out a blue book and opened a secret door. "All the answers that you seek are inside here." "You have a secret base?" I know my grandfather can be secretive, but having a secret room is different, and he did not like to have one. But never judge a book by its cover. "Please follow me and watch your steps." He tried to light a candle, but I summoned a light orb which is more manageable. "Thank you."

No answer. His footsteps were quiet against the hardwood as he followed the candlelit path. It led straight toward the closed door at the far end of the hall. The one room he never brought anyone into without a reason. The red room. Something in his chest tightened, but it wasn’t apprehension, it was curiosity laced with heat. The door was slightly ajar. He wrapped his hand around the handle and pushed it open. And then he stopped. The light inside was dim, lit only by more candles scattered across the space, their flames casting shadows against deep crimson walls. But the real sight that stole his breath was her.

The door clicked shut behind him as he locked it, before casting me a brief, dismissive glance as though I were insignificant. “Oi! What are you doing in here? This is my room. You’ve gone into the wrong one, I said. “Wait… I recognize you. You’re the same guy who splashed mud all over me and walked away without offering a single apology,"I said . “And who the hell are you? This was supposed to be the room my mother secured for me. Why are you here, you little thing?” He let out a cold, dismissive scoff, eyes scanning me with blatant disdain. “Tch… do you even realize who you’re speaking to?”

It's as if you're listening to some horror radio drama. "it's better to know less than knowing more into the details. Because if you do, you'll likely be like her" Red said, e she glanced at the girl in the bed. Her aura is dark and you just want to listen to her. "I understand, I'm sorry" Red smirk evilly and looked intently at Z's eyes. "Good"

Because there sure couldn't be a happier person than me. Guess all I needed for my life to take a turn for the best was JUST ANOTHER ROOMIE. THE END ❤

I said, brushing my hair out of my face before gesturing at the building behind me. “News is going around that the library might be renovated soon. We don’t know how true that is since it hasn’t been confirmed,” I added. A petite redhead raised her hand. I raised a brow and nodded for her to speak. She cleared her throat and stepped forward. “First off, you’re hot,” she said. Some girls giggled. The guys looked somewhere between annoyed and amused. My brow arched higher. “And secondly… Can we go in?” she asked, pursing her lips.

When I came back to the dorm after dinner, Rachel and the others were already in the middle of the hallway, starting on the fondue. The moment I stepped inside, an intense, rich smell hit the back of my throat. As if fondue weren’t enough, Rachel was actually grilling patties over charcoal in a cramped dorm room. Did she not care about carbon monoxide poisoning? When she saw me, she put on a fake look of surprise. "Oh wow, silly me, I totally forgot to invite you, Lila!"

The Caldwell family had three sitting rooms. And right now, none of them felt safe. I sat stiffly in the center of the smallest one—“the red room,” they called it, because of the floor-to-ceiling velvet curtains. Dean stood near the window, still, silent and arms folded across his chest. Mason was slouched in one of the armchairs, pretending to scroll through his phone, but his knee bounced constantly. Nervous energy leaked from him in every direction.