Fly To My Room Novels & Stories

“Are you sure? There’s—“ “I’m sure.” “Fucking asshole,” Lucas muttered under his breath beside me. As if Flynn heard it, his eyes narrowed at Lucas briefly before he turned around. “I’ll be in my room.” He didn’t wait for anyone to reply before he left. I somehow felt satisfied that I wasn’t the only one he dismissed so easily but another thought chased that one away. He had a room in a Maverick house. He could go and come as he pleased. Diane was eager to have him at the table. Did that mean he was—

Cana lets out a soft cry in my head. Without looking at him, I stumble toward the door. “I'm going to my room. If you have anything more to say to me you can say it in the morning.” But before I can wrap my hand around the doorknob I hear him say: "Wait.” Just one word and I am helpless to resist. Slowly, I turn around. *Typhon*

I’d only ever sparred in dreams; my mind and muscle memory were trained, but I still didn’t know how well I’d fare in a true, physical battle. The front doors were unlocked. I stepped into the dusty, empty entrance hall and approached a flight of stairs. As I set foot upon the first step, the room trembled. I kicked into the air, buzzing my wings to get off the shaking ground. The room changed. The front door melted away, leaving only a wall. Jagged diagonal cracks appeared in the floor, tugging it open, until there was a wide hole below me—a gateway to a room below. I desperately wanted to escape from this strange and terrible castle, but I had to press on if I was to stop Salem in time. So

I didn’t want him back… I hated him so much, and my sister certainly deserved SO much better than him! Michael’s Point of View The flight went by pretty quickly and then we were home. Godo old LA. City of Angels and things that go bump in the night. Walking into the house, everyone sort of went their own way, and I headed up to the third floor where the spare room was. I didn’t want to stay in my bedroom. If Ella had left anything behind, I didn't want to see it. I didn’t want anything to trigger any memories or to give me the temptation to go and find her.

And soul to liberate in the skies. “End this please,” I squeezed Dr. Hank's hands. “End me please.” My visions started scanning the room. We were on the third floor of the building. There was no balcony in this room, but a series of small windows that too very high up. But the corridor had shorter walls. They reached my stomach. I could bust out of this room and hurl myself over the walls. Everything would be so quick that no one can stop me. I rose to my feet and sprinted into the door, hoping to break free.

The hotel I was staying at was a small one and I was going to be there until I could travel the next day. I checked into my room, ordered dinner, and went to bed with a very sad woman. it seemed the world was against me. My phone had been ringing all day, my parents and Min had tried to reach me but I refused to pick up the call. the phone got too loud and annoying and I had to turn it off to rest better. I needed my sleep for the trip I was embarking on. I was planning to fly to another state but flying would get me caught by my parents, I had to use the road, they'll never think I'll use the road. I had that one thing planned out.

When I turned to him, the next words that flew out of my mouth were completely impulsive and it brought great fears to me. “Can I get my own room?” “What did you say?!”He asked I’m dead….

, I hear myself saying as I open the window and lean forward, but hit my head on the burglary instead. I want to fly, but the window won't let me, so I turn towards the door but just as I'm about to open it, I hear hushed masculine voices in the corridor. "Check that room, she's in there", one of them seems to have said, so I retreat. That's not Tina my bestie, so I will not open the door. I return to the king-sized bed to sulk. So sad I can't fly. I start to feel even more restless and I make my way to the bathroom and close the door behind me but after standing for what seems like a whole day, I exit the bathroom the same time the door to my room opens.

FLYNN’S POV The first thing I register is the ceiling. I stare at it for three full seconds before the rest of it assembles. The sheets, the dark, the particular silence of a room that is not my apartment. I look down at myself. “Oh shit”. I scrub a hand over my face and reach for my phone on the nightstand. 5:04 AM. The room is the grey colour of very early morning, the kind of light that shows you just enough. I swing my legs to the side of the bed

"It’s late. Go to your room. The one on the left. Mine’s on the right. Don’t come out until morning." I didn’t move. "What if I can’t sleep?" "Not my problem." I picked up the train of my dress and started toward the hallway. My bare feet were cold on the marble. "Emma," he called after me. I stopped but didn’t turn around. "Tomorrow we fly back to the city," he said. "You’ll move into my penthouse. Same rules apply there. Don’t make me remind you." I nodded once and kept walking. The guest bedroom door clicked shut behind me. I leaned against it, heart still racing. The white dress felt like chains now.