Dungeon Nursery Novels & Stories

I couldn't resist his handsome face and I nodded at him while trying to keep myself from smiling too much. Hand in hand, with our Entourage behind us, we made our way to the royal nursery. Every maid working at the nursery bowed at us respectfully as we entered the large chamber decorated with pink tapestries and many paintings suitable for a toddler. At one side of the room was a queen-sized soft bed covered in expensive silk. There was a small table and a loveseat on the rugged floor.

They glanced at me briefly before returning to their game. The nursery door stood open. Inside I saw a bright room with padded floor mats, shelves packed with toys, and low tables sized for children. Life filled the space. Loud, messy, joyful life. An older woman emerged from a side room carrying art supplies. She smiled warmly. “Hello, dear. Are you here for the morning shift?” “I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I was just looking. I didn’t mean to intrude.” “You’re not intruding at all.” She set the supplies down. “I’m Dorothy. I run the nursery. Are you new to the pack?”

The smell of gun oil faded and was replaced by the stinging scent of bleach and wet concrete. We reached the lowest level. A heavy steel door marked Secure Holding stood at the end of a long corridor lit by flickering fluorescent bulbs. Garrett punched a code into the keypad. The light turned green. The magnetic locks disengaged with a loud clank that echoed off the walls. He pushed the door open. "The nursery," Garrett said with a cruel smile. It was not a nursery. It was a dungeon. The room was a large concrete box lined with cages. Most were empty but one in the far corner was occupied. There were no toys. There were no blankets. There was only a thin mattress on the floor and a metal buc

As they reached the entrance, Alex's eyes widened in awe at the sight before her. The nursery was an enchanting haven, like stepping into a fairytale world. Soft pastel hues adorned the walls, with delicate murals of blooming flowers and whimsical woodland creatures, all hand-painted with incredible detail. Crystal chandeliers cascaded from the ceiling, casting a gentle glow throughout the room. Her heart fluttered with delight as her eyes caught sight of the enchanting crib at the center of the room. It was an exquisite masterpiece, perfectly carved from the finest wood and decorated with delicate lace drapery. Plush satin pillows in shades of pink and gold added a touch of elegance.

Three cribs, positioned so she could see all of them from the rocking chair by the window. Three babies. In just five more months, she'd be a mother to three tiny humans. The terror of that had faded, replaced by excitement. Anticipation. The fierce, protective love that had been growing stronger with each passing week. "What do you think?" Dante asked, coming up behind her. "Too much?" The nursery was decorated in soft greens and creams, with hand-painted murals of Sicilian landscapes on the walls. Light poured through large windows, illuminating every corner. It was beautiful. Perfect.

Leo hefted Oliver under one arm like a football and opened the door. “This is the Pup Nursery,” Leo said. “See? It’s all perfectly fine.” My jaw dropped open. There were roughly two dozen children in the nursery, all young, but while some were in human form, happily playing with blocks or coloring, others were in wolf form. Two tiny little pups were playing tug-of-war with what appeared to be a small blanket in the corner, women were grooming several others with soft brushes, and more were running and rolling around. The room was spacious and airy, with lots of toys and activities set up. A large French door opened up to a grassy area with assorted ropes, logs, and playground equipment. It l

Which is the facade of an old house, a long dark wooden double door, above it hangs a sign with the logo of the place, a pomegranate surrounded by a circle of rope, the idea was mine, by the way. As soon as you enter the innocent little house, you will find a reception area. The space is small, containing two desks, where you will be attended by a friendly couple, who, according to your wishes, will ask a button to escort you to your appropriate destination. For example, the private bedrooms are called dungeons, in case you attend with company. But if you want to meet someone new and start your role-play, you can enter the common area, or as I call it, the lobby, which is actually called the

Morning sunlight streamed through the large windows of the nursery, casting a warm glow over the hardwood floor. Damian Cross, the most feared man in New York, sat cross-legged on a fluffy pink rug. He was currently taking orders from a one-year-old. Ariella sat across from him in her pajamas, babbling aggressively as she held out a bright yellow plastic block. "I understand," Damian said, his deep, rough voice entirely serious. "But structurally, the red one needs to go at the base."

he said softly. When they entered the nursery, Mandy’s breath caught in her throat. The room was glorious. Soft pink and gold curtains draped the windows, casting a warm glow across the room. A crystal mobile hung above the white crib, shimmering like stars. The walls were painted with murals of enchanted forests, filled with delicate flowers and glowing fireflies. It was like something out of a fairytale. “Oh, Dwight, it’s beautiful,” Mandy whispered, her eyes shining with emotion.

Taiden said angrily while carrying the child who now settled into crying. "Maybe she was left behind?" I’m not sure because I also can’t imagine a parent who would be able to leave the child inside a bag, and in the cemetery! "Will you leave your child in a bag?" Taiden said to me. Of course not. When the child's dress got opened slightly, I was surprised to see that her navel was still attached. I mean, will this baby just born? Taiden and I rushed the child to the hospital to be examined and she might be getting bacteria from the cemetery.