Fly To My Room Novels & Stories

AIRO People are looking at me while I am walking in the hospital’s hallways. I’m going to the exit with my straight face but my tears are falling down from me. I’m trying to ignore them until my vision turns blurry and watery. I harassingly wiped them out and walked faster. Standing in the front of my girlfriend’s bed inside her rented room, I stared at the place for a moment. We only have small memories inside here but I find them all memorable. I can see her in every edge of the room, her beautiful smile and her laugh echoing in my head.

Camille inhaled sharply as she moved in her sleep to stretch out her abused muscles, and all at once she was pulled out of unconsciousness and into a state of artificially heightened alertness that allowed her to take in the room as soon as she opened her eyes, identifying things as soon as they registered.

Freeda Adelaina Miller P.O.V When we got home Flynn immediately locked me in my room. "Just stay there, don't go out," he commanded and I could do nothing but obey even though I wanted to see what was going on outside. I sat on the bed while listening to the noises downstairs.

Just a few more mathematical changes and I should have this. It's after three when I finally make it to my room. I fly past her tower and it's quiet. I can't help wondering if she's settled in. This mating stuff is a lot of work and I guess I should have held off. Maybe I'll return her tomorrow... today. I shed my clothes, climb into bed, and gray mist washes over me as I enter oblivion. ***

She practically hops out of the room, closing the door behind her. Silence sweeps through the room, rattling the normally quiet voices that whisper along the shadowed outskirts of my mind. My bracelet barely holds them back anymore. They begin to chatter. “Not now,” I tell them, folding the flyer into a little crane and setting it on my desk. ***

The Room. Kaiden POV. The room was three-o-six, meaning it's on the third floor, all dragons love to be high up in the sky, but the higher floors are kept for the dominant ones, they need room to be able to shift and fly. My door was number six, mom unlocked it and walked us in, there was a bed with railing on the side, uniforms in the closet, an adjacent bathroom, a desk for me to study on. The room was colored in pastel colors, there were even stars on the ceiling, it was made for a little, I ran toward the window wanting to see the view, even as a submissive I still love the height, I loved looking at the moon late at night, but the window was locked.

my dad explained “ Can I be excused?” I asked my heart is pounding and I feel my hands getting sweaty. They just looked at me so instead of waiting for a response I got up and ran upstairs. I ran into one of the guests' rooms and slammed the door behind me. A mate? Luna? Yeah right. But I will be in his territory on my birthday and then it'll be hard to ignore him if being his mate is true I don’t want this! Opening the window in the room I jump out, letting out my wings and flying away. Okay call me afraid, tell me I’m running away from my problems. But I’m toxic to anyone who steps into my life.

And tomorrow, I'd go to the housing Dean and beg for a transfer. I'd tell her my roommate was a smoker, or a party animal—anything to get away from the monster in Room 13B. I pulled into the university lot, my heart heavy. The walk to the thirteenth floor felt like a walk to the gallows. I used my key, turning the lock as quietly as possible. I hoped he was asleep. I hoped the apartment was dark. It wasn't. The living room was bathed in the soft, blue glow of the television, but the sound was muted.

I tried to move, as I couldn't move forward, everything in the room was slowly coming together, disappearing into a whirlpool. My hand went to my throat. I took deep breaths, each successive breath as if cutting my throat like a sharp knife without a hilt. Breathing never felt like dying, nor did it hurt. I turned my head to the side; I saw insects and spiders jumping out of a nest and coming towards me. I opened my mouth to scream, there was no sound. My face was in pain, and I lifted my head, panting. I saw thousands of blackish flies flying and covering the ceiling, too much to see the white ceiling of the room. But the flies were hitting the window, falling to the ground as they hit, and

"A buzzing? Perhaps a large, persistent fly that has mistaken this office for a stable?" Lyra sighs. "Kieran." "If it is a fly," I continue, "I suggest we open a window. Or perhaps we can simply wait for it to realize it is unwanted and fly south. I hear the weather is lovely in the Wild Lands this time of year. Perfect for things that enjoy abandonment." "I didn't abandon you," the voice at the door says. It’s closer now. He’s stepped into the room. "Lyra," I say, keeping my eyes locked on hers. "Please inform the empty air that I am currently working. I don’t have time for fairy tales, justifications, or the pathetic whining of stray dogs."