Interminable Rooms Fanart Novels & Stories

Damon cut in smoothly, his voice low and steady as he extended his hand toward Aiden, completely ignoring Anika’s outstretched one. “Anika Andrews,” she said, her voice dripping with seduction as she tilted her head, her perfectly styled curls cascading over her shoulder. She left her hand hanging between them for an awkward moment before letting it drop. Damon didn’t even spare her a glance; his eyes were locked on Aiden, sharp and assessing. “And this,” I jumped in, trying to douse the tension sparking between the two men, “is my roommate—” “Aiden Scott,” Aiden interjected, his voice calm but carrying an edge that sent shivers down my spine.

“I know this was short notice.” If I had to use one word to describe the place, it would be… nondescript. The couch and kitchen table are obviously the furniture Ardent offers to lease with the apartment. There are two pieces of art on the wall. One is a black-and-white landscape I suspect might be Ansel Adams. The other is a framed, blown-up version of Manticore Quest’s German cover. There’s a TV on a low table I swear I saw on the street at the beginning of the semester, but it’s off. Only two doors dot the walls of this combined, open space, other than the one I came in through. The open one shows a sliver of a bathroom. The closed one, presumably, hides his bedroom.

Anita asked. “This place has tunnels that run under the building. There are crawl spaces above the ceiling and there are tram lines that were built but never put into use. I can use that to my advantage,” Rancid said. “If I can get to them.” “Yeah, and it looks like Charles is out finding all the good tools,” Anita said pointing to the television screen. “What’s he found?” Rancid asked.

I explained that I had only been able to enter the apartment because of the code her friend had provided. When I showed her the code, Miss Haze muttered something under her breath before abruptly standing up and suggesting she show me my room. She mentioned that she wasn't expecting someone, so the room might appear a bit plain. She led me to a spacious room across the hallway, complete with a bed, walk-in closet, small desk, and armchair. The minimalist interior of the room impressed me, and I promptly unpacked my suitcase in the large walk-in closet.

She pulled a fan from her sleeve and snapped it open, fanning herself with short, angry movements. The room was full. Almost. Felix then looked at the layout. It was a battlefield. On one side, the Vultures, huddled together in their fear and greed. On our side, Jun, protected by the mountain that was Baek, flanked by his mother and Felix. And in the back, alone in the dark, sat Min. The silence was excruciating. The only sound was the snap-snap of Madam Choi’s fan and the drumming of the rain against the glass.

"He painted it specifically for the space. Fourteen paintings for one room. The room has no other purpose." His pen—which I can hear from the counter when he picks it up to write—isn't moving. "A room with no other purpose," he says. "You stand in it," I say. "And the colors are very dark and very large and they breathe around you and the room is for that and nothing else. It was one of the places I was going to go." The past tense arrives before I've decided to let it arrive. It sits in the kitchen between us and neither of us says anything about it.

You are to smart for this to hinder you. Your loving father. “Max, we have another problem,” Deanna said as she handed the letter to Max to read. He glanced over it and then looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “What is that?” he asked. “He said rooms behind the paintings.” Deanna said. “paintings as in more than one.” “Crap,” Max said as he looked around and saw that her parents had multiple wall paintings that could be a door. He also remembered about four in each hallway. “You have to be kidding me.”

The rivals were set apart, so far, they would hardly be seeing each other. That was done and it was time to see what the rooms would look like. I had decided to personalize the rooms which was perfect with the allocations done. The first pack was the Obsidian pack. They were called that because their area was surrounded by black rocks that from the drawings I had seen were beautiful so I was thinking of white covers for them with white curtains but the rug would be black with accents of silver. They would have black towels. The pedestals were wooden and so fancy-looking. The decorations would be green flowers freshly picked from the forest. I would have to make sure each room got flowers eac

I best make the most of it. When we reach a room that has no doors, three of our Beta escorts leave and the one who goes to my school leads us into the room. The room looks like a very expensive Art Exhibit. There are ancient statues on display and weird fancy paintings on the walls. The air is lavender-scented and the windows in here are huge, allowing enough natural light to burst in. The room has a white theme and the floors are covered with white marble tiles. Not too far to the right sits a huge shelf that holds many books. That is where the Lycan is.

I just nodded and pretended to go back to sleep. Aaaaargh! This day is just the worst!… and… and how the fuck do guys even do it!? *** Author's note: There won't be an update for two weeks! ( * n *) I promise I'll upload lots of chapters when I get back tho~ hope you enjoyed reading this part!