Interminable Rooms Fanart Mga Nobela at Kwento

It's fairly big, with a chimney as a centerpeice, a chair next to it, this room was a mixture of brown and black. There is a fractured chandeliar that made the room pop, and since this room is glass based, there are plants near the window, giving it a minty fresh feel. I close the room after my mini browse as Echo was starting to get heavy on my arms. The second room room was definitely Echo's. It was covered with blue and grey.

I'll never be able to look at him without my eyes wanting to drop to the bulge between his legs. I run open palms over my head and down my face. Looking around the room, it reminds me of a hotel room. The room is polished with furnitures, the dresser against the wall in front of me has a giant mirror pinned above it. There are art painting and generic pictures of flowers and the ocean on the walls. The room is a palette of dark blue, and whites. Blue and yellow bedding, long sheer white curtains. The floor is solid cold and tiled as I walked and moved to the bed to sit..

She has to find him no matter what! Flora started walking in the long corridor, discovering the department. It was vast with many rooms and no windows. It was dark with some yellow lamps on the walls that had a faint light. The corridor had very high sailing. Maybe five meters? Flora was not sure, for she wasn't able to see the sailing. It was too dark to be seen. The wall was full of paintings. But they were not any paintings. They were the gloomiest paintings Flora has ever seen. There were some good imitations of 'Massacre of the innocents, 'The Temptation of St. Anthony', 'The Nightmare', 'Hell', 'Saturn Devouring His Son', 'Diomedes Devoured by Horses', 'Smiling Spider' and 'The garden

- • Alyssa's POV As I entered the room, I was immediately struck by the beautiful sight before me. The paintings on the wall seemed to blink at me, as if greeting me. The room was painted white with stunning murals hand-painted on the burnt orange and red walls. The furniture was rustic and dark, complemented by vibrant cushions. I had never seen a room with so much furniture and so many hues. The white velvet curtains hid the long windows across the room, leaving only a shy peek. The floor was polished wood, dark and free of clutter. The room looked amazing; it was designed not just to be a room, but to feel like home. I could stay here forever.

Of course there is furniture, chairs , a mini bar, a fridge, a mini room right cross with a little door linking to it. Everything seems perfect but then it is. Lacked the touch of love or empathy, every that the room remains cold. I stand from the bed with my eyes peering through anything and everything that it can. No pictures, no albums, no paintings.. Nothing at all, just bright colored wallpapers of the moon and a vicious wolf. I could ur painting and the orderly arrangements of the road that he is sure one hell of a blood thirsty kind. The door pushes open causing me to be a little in fear, oddly I had not noticed him approaching the door..

She only had an electric fan in her apartment! Amara rose up from the bed like a speed of lightning. Her eyes widened a bit like it wanted to came out from it's socket. She was welcomed by an extravagant room. It was her first time to see a roombl like this. The color of the room is a combination of red, black and white that is very relaxing in the eyes. It seems like the owner of this room is also mysterious like this room.

A switch is flipped, and the room's darkness disappears to reveal a startling sight. The room seems bigger than what I recalled. It appears to be nothing like what my memory had retained. The room's four walls were bordered with artificial stone effects, which the purple and silver color scheme complimented. It has minimalist lighting of gentle, mellow, hazy lights creating a moodier atmosphere. This was a room of erotic art, a sex dungeon.

~DAMIAN’S POV~ The door clicked shut behind us as we stepped into a tastefully furnished room. Spacious, stylish, and yeah ….very her. I gave it one lazy sweep, my eyes dragging over the queen-sized bed with its hospital-neat sheets, the nude, minimalist aesthetic — clean lines, soft neutrals, painfully serious. So very Cindy. Probably thought this boring-ass color scheme screamed “class.” To me? It screamed “emotional constipation.” There were two doors at the far end— bathroom, closet, probably. Above the bed hung some abstract frame art that looked like it had been scribbled by a depressed toddler.

Secondly, he actually likes the state of his face because he feels that his face scares his enemy away. In The Guest room… The room was huge, looking as if two person's owned the room. The room was well beautified, painted with dark pink and dark purple. The two walls facing each other were painted pink while the two other walls facing themselves were painted with purple making the room look so spectacular. In the room, the bed was in the middle , a fancy table and chair where anyone may use it to read or relax was placed beside the bed. A glass wardrobe by the side of the room close to the door leading to the bathroom, there were 3 windows in the room and with a beautiful pink curtain and o

"Sounds good to me." As a lapse of silence filled the room, his emerald eyes shifted between the pictures lining the room. They varied from bright red pictures of fruit, to various captures of his life. There was one where he was playing badminton and he was caught in slow motion. Another of him and Joshua eating ice cream and laughing. They all seemed to be from his childhood and college days, Randy seemed to being age across his own walls. Only one picture caught his eye, a stark streak of red hair drawing him to it. It was the only one with Kaitlyn in it.