Do You Like The Red Room Novels & Stories

She was taken aback by the ceiling lights that glowed and shone its rays throughout the corner of the room. The room was blue from ceiling to floor, mostly decorated with art pieces made with diamonds and white marbles. There was a fountain at the center of the room and the blue carpeted floors were comfortable to tread upon. Everything about the room read water world and she only sincerely wondered why it was called the red room. The point that it had a name contrasting its reality, made her shiver. What if it was something to do with people from the fire world? “Leave us alone.” The water lord spoke for the first time since coming into the room.

It was really exhausting sometimes, how red I got even at little quests. “Make sure to give me beautiful babies.” Martin screamed after us and Adam flipped him off without even turning back. We were rewarded with Martin’s deep laughter as we moved away. We walked past the second floor till we finally reached the last floor and Adam pushed me into the room, and closed the door. I gulped. It felt like I was thrown into the red room. I moved away from him as soon as he closed the door. Adam raised his brow as if in question to my act and I gulped. Again.

And just like that, his hand was on my neck again, harsher this time, dragging me deeper into the room. The Red Room was nothing like I expected. For one, it wasn’t even red. The entire theme screamed luxury in shades of deep, royal purple. The bed in the center was massive and circular, larger than the oversized king in his bedroom, covered in silk sheets that gleamed under low lighting. Above it, the ceiling carried a perfect mirror of equal size. A stage and its audience all in one.

I thought of him like a black and red colour guy because most of the men love black colour. What if his room is black coloured? At that, I wondered how would his room be like. Probably it will have a loads of gun cupboard and it would be more like a red room afterall he's a mafia king. I sat there for a long time in peace, admiring the view of this whole room. Later I stood up and slowly walked towards my room. I'll keep visiting this room, whenever I'm bored.. ........... It's been almost a week since I'm stuck in this same house and watching the same walls and my same room.

I suddenly felt exposed, but the feeling was not unpleasant at all, it was in fact thrilling, fucking phenomenal. Clint got to a hallway and approached a glossy, brown door. Balancing me firmly in his arms, he clicked the door open and my mouth dropped at the large room in my view. It was exquisitely decorated with the finest and tastiest of furniture one could imagine and the chandelier hanging at the top of the ceiling gave the bedroom a very magnificent look. I came to understand that this was Clint's red room. I have heard a lot about red rooms and I could only imagine what Clint had in store for me in here. A thrill ran down my spine at the thought.

They entered the house, and Tales immediately noticed Jake’s absence—who should have greeted them with a smile. The living room was empty and quiet. They immediately ascended the stairs and entered the red room. Raja shut the door behind them, his presence oppressive as always. The red room looked more like a dungeon inside. It felt suffocating. The walls were a deep, matte red, engrossing the dim glow of a small chandelier that barely lit the space. Metal hooks and brackets lined the walls, bearing an assortment of restraints, chains, and other items that Tales couldn’t immediately identify or fathom. The air smelled of something Tales couldn’t recognize, but it irritated his nose.

Anya’s POV Nikolai’s hand on my lower back feels like a brand itself. It is hard and possessive. He leads me past the familiar corridors, further into the house, to a heavy black door I have never seen open. He takes a key from his pocket and opens the door gently. The snap is loud in the stillness. “Welcome to the Red Room,” he says. His voice is low and dark. The name sends ice through my veins. The Red room sounds so cliche but I hope it is not what I actually think it is because that room name is popularly common in one thing.

The real color of the door wasn’t red but someone had put a wallpaper there and I knew what it symbolized. The red room! That was where the real freaks let loose. I went in without much hesitation. Inside was gloomy with the lights low to a bare minimum. I couldn’t see a fucking thing but I could hear everything. I waited for a minute at the corner for my eyes to get accustomed to the murky atmosphere. It didn’t take long. Some rooms looked like cubicles boxed off with curtains. Moving along the hall, I caught glimpses of bodies moving in the rooms within. This place was a horny teen’s paradise. I kept on till I got to the last room and walked in. It was empty so I settled down.

“We can change it if you like.” I shook my head and explored my sight. It’s more than enough. I think Red’s room is bigger than my entire condo unit before. The chandeliers and the pleasant color of the white walls were satisfactory to see. There were even toys and an obviously expensive things inside the room. “Black, it’s too much.” I walked near the bed and kissed Red on his forehead before turning off the lights. “Should I sleep here too? Red is alone in this big room.” I said, gaining his furrowed eyebrows.

Shrugging, she left the slide open and shut the door just as Kara came back over. "Most of the fun happens downstairs in the red room," she said, smiling and taking her down the stairs. Opening the door, Kara turned on the light and Sam saw a bunch of mattresses and pillows, with couches around them on the outside walls. Smiling, she nodded, and followed Kara back up the stairs. "Sounds like a lot of fun," Sam said. "Well, like I said, it's not for everyone, but for those that can handle it, it's an awesome experience."