Interminable Rooms Fanart Novels & Stories

On the first night of our graduation trip, the class representative, Gordon Perkins, suggests that we draw lots in order to get our rooms assigned to us. "Let fate decide the pairs who get to stay in the same room as long as they have the same number, regardless of their gender! Imagine how exciting this is!" Throughout my four-year college life, Ivan Decker and I have been in a relationship for three of those years. No one knows about our relationship, though. I pull out a ball from the box and await my partner. When it's Ivan's turn, he draws out a ball with the number seven. Gordon raises his voice immediately. "The other lucky person who gets to stay in room seven is… Rebecca Benson!" Rebecca, the young woman whom Ivan has pursued in a high-profile manner in the past, goes bright red. Everyone cheers on them right away, claiming that Lady Fate really wants them to be together. But I'm the only one who stays silent. No one knows that I've heard Gordon secretly tell Ivan something before it's time to draw lots. "Look for the ball with the raised dot. I specially saved those ones for you and Rebecca." As I look at Ivan, who walks over to Rebecca and picks up her suitcase for her with a soft smile, I find myself smiling as well. It turns out that Ivan never plans on making our relationship official despite having waited for him for three years. This time, I decide to be the one who leaves first.

For five years, Cassian Vale didn't say a single word to her. He blamed Selene for the arranged marriage contract their fathers forced them into, punishing her with absolute silence. He lived like a bachelor in their Upper East Side mansion, letting her hear everything from the dark of her bedroom. But the five years are up. The divorce papers are signed. Selene is finally ready to run her own advertising firm and erase him from her life. Then comes the final clause of the decree: to protect the corporate stock, they have to live under the same roof for six more months without a single public scandal. Selene thinks she can ignore him. She is wrong. The moment the paperwork is final, the silence ends. The cold distance twists into a dark, suffocating physical tension. Cassian begins cornering her in the empty rooms of the estate, using her own body to punish her. He claims he hates her, yet he demands absolute possession of her skin, dragging them both into a volatile, silent war behind closed doors. The chaos quickly spills out of the house. As Selene tries to build her independent empire and starts dating other men, Cassian completely unravels. He stalks her through their elite social circles, unable to handle anyone else touching what he still thinks belongs to him. The lines between hatred and obsession are completely gone. Trapped in a brutal, explicit game of control, Selene is forced to face the most terrifying part of all: she can fight his mind games, but her body answers his touch every single time.

I had always been naturally celibate. Yet somehow, I still ended up chemically castrating myself. It was all because, in my previous life, my wife's precious idealized lover, a libidinous playboy, went viral as a pickup artist and dumped every side effect of his indulgent lifestyle onto me. He spent nights partying in hotel rooms with groups of women while I collapsed from kidney failure and was rushed to the ER. He lounged in clubs with women in both arms, downing bottle after bottle, while I went into an allergic shock and nearly died. I confronted my wife about it, but she shoved me away impatiently. "Shane already told me nothing happened with those women! You're just jealous and faking illness to slander him!" However, the playboy's actions only escalated. Chasing bigger thrills, he even started getting involved with men in drag. Thanks to him, I caught an STD, which pushed my wife to demand a divorce. I went to the hospital for treatment, but the doctors could not find the cause. Instead, they tossed me straight into an addiction rehab program. Later, for the sake of boosting his live stream numbers, the playboy went wild in Southwind Asira's nightlife scene. After he spent an entire night drowning in pleasure, I, drained past my limit, collapsed and died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day he began his online hunt.

"We both know that this match is not our will, for that I offer you a contract." my eyes widened in surprise Henry's words, an open offer from a man she had met for the first time. What the average family couldn't do, this sort of thing happened easily with the righ folks I went over several points of the written agreement there. *Do not intervene in personal life * Maintain the confidentiality of the marriage contract agreed to by both parties *The marriage lasts at least two years, but if the separation is still difficult to implement, it can be extended until circumstances permit. I read some interesting points. Although this type of contract is not natural for a couple who is about to get married. For me, the prenup made me more prepared than having to guess what would happen later when she became part of the Marcus family. "I deliberately left the last page blank, please write your wish" Henry swung his finger lightly. Skillfully, Henry's assistant handed me a ballpoint pen. * Appreciate parents on both sides as a family *No physical contact *Stay in separate rooms *** I am someone who prefer being alone and I have never had a boyfriend and she dont care. Unfortunately, my sister who does have a boyfriend has been betrothed to a billionaire's son who she will now be forced to marry. I pitied my sister and decided to replace her... Well, Henry, the billionaire's son doesn't want to marry someone he doesn't know so he proposed a contract to me. I found that helping, huh? Two years later, we will file a divorce and that will be the end of us or so we thought.

Amara Bennett’s life is falling apart. Buried in debt and struggling to care for her sick younger brother, the last thing she expects is to cross paths with Damien Blackwood, the cold and dangerously powerful billionaire everyone fears. But after accidentally witnessing a violent confrontation in a private hallway of the luxury hotel where she works, Amara becomes trapped in Damien’s world of secrets, wealth, and hidden danger. To keep her close and silent, Damien offers her a contract: Pretend to be his fiancée for six months in exchange for enough money to save her brother’s life. Simple. Temporary. Strictly business. At least, that was the plan. Because beneath Damien’s ruthless reputation lies something far darker than Amara imagined. Strange threats begin surrounding her, powerful enemies seem desperate to destroy Damien, and the deeper she falls into his luxurious nightmare, the more she realizes the billionaire is hiding dangerous truths connected to disappearances, corruption… and blood. Living inside Blackwood Manor exposes Amara to a world she never belonged to. Lavish galas, whispered secrets, locked rooms, and enemies hiding behind designer smiles become part of her new reality. Yet the closer she gets to Damien, the more she sees cracks beneath his icy exterior. He is possessive, dangerously protective, and haunted by a past he refuses to explain. Now Amara must decide if the man protecting her is also the man capable of destroying her. But in a world where love and obsession look dangerously alike, walking away from Damien Blackwood may be the most impossible thing she’s ever tried to do.

Lena Hart has spent years rebuilding her name after a powerful man from her past nearly destroyed it. When she is hired to plan the society wedding of the year, she sees the contract as the opportunity that could change everything. But stepping into the world of the billionaire Vale family places her at the center of secrets, ambition, and a dangerous love triangle. Alexander Vale, the cold and controlled heir to a powerful empire, is engaged to Celeste Harrington in a marriage arranged to seal a historic business merger. Love has nothing to do with it. Duty, legacy, and power are all that matter—until Lena walks into his office and challenges every rule he has lived by. Then there is Ethan Vale, Alexander’s charming younger brother, who offers Lena warmth, ease, and the safety Alexander never gives her. For a moment, Ethan seems like the better man to love. But when duty sends him overseas to launch a new branch of the family business, Lena is left alone in the glittering, ruthless world of the Vales. As Lena fights to keep control of the wedding, Nicholas Harrington resurfaces—Celeste’s cousin, Lena’s ex, and the man who once poisoned her reputation with quiet cruelty. Now he is determined to remind her that people like her do not belong in rooms built for power. Under the watchful eye of Lady Beatrice, the formidable Vale matriarch, Lena must navigate a family where loyalty is currency, reputation is fragile, and marriage is only another business strategy. When scandal erupts and the wedding begins to unravel, Lena must choose whether to protect her name or risk everything for a love that could destroy them both. Some contracts are signed in ink. Others are written on the heart.

When disgraced journalist Elliot Dorne receives an anonymous invitation to Wintercroft Hall—a decaying mansion on a fog-shrouded island—he is promised the story of a lifetime. But upon his arrival, Elliot finds himself among six strangers, each with their own shadowy past. Their enigmatic host, the frail and reclusive Vivienne Ashworth, claims she has summoned them to reveal a deadly truth about the Ashworth family legacy. Before she can confess, Vivienne collapses, and chaos ensues. A violent storm traps the guests on the island, and the discovery of a gruesome murder sets paranoia ablaze. As Elliot uncovers cryptic messages, hidden rooms, and a chilling photograph that ties him to the Ashworth family, he realizes that nothing about this gathering is random. With the mansion’s dark history unraveling and secrets surfacing at every turn, Elliot must confront the ghosts of his own past to survive. But the deeper he digs, the clearer it becomes—someone inside Wintercroft Hall is playing a deadly game, and not everyone will make it out alive. When disgraced journalist Elliot Dorne is invited to the remote and crumbling Wintercroft Hall, he’s promised the story that could save his career. But the mansion’s sinister halls conceal more than just secrets—they harbor a legacy of betrayal, murder, and lies. Elliot is joined by six strangers, all summoned by the enigmatic Vivienne Ashworth. Frail and reclusive, she claims to know the truth about their darkest sins. Before she can reveal anything, a violent storm cuts them off from the outside world—and the first body is discovered. As cryptic messages and chilling clues emerge, Elliot realizes that his connection to the Ashworth family runs deeper than he could have imagined. Someone in Wintercroft Hall knows the truth about his past, and they’ll stop at nothing .

In the glittering coastal city of Lumine Bay, where wealth hides corruption and power is protected by shadows, Elara Moretti appears to have the perfect life as the wife of billionaire Damon Moretti. But behind the luxury, her marriage is cold, controlled, and full of locked rooms she has never been allowed to enter. Her world fractures the night she returns from a charity gala to find a threat note waiting in her car: “Your husband built an empire of enemies. You’ll be the first to fall.” By morning, Damon had vanished. His phone is off, his safe has been opened, and the mansion’s security system shuts down in a mysterious lockdown. The Moretti estate, an ultra-modern fortress, becomes a cage. Then a stranger enters through the darkness. Kai Valez, a disciplined, unreadable operative, arrives claiming to have Damon’s clearance and strict orders to protect her. Elara doesn’t trust him… but the attacks closing in leave her no choice. As danger intensifies, she uncovers alarming secrets hidden within Damon’s world: classified files, coded messages, surveillance footage of herself, and a mission tied directly to her past. The deeper she digs, the clearer it becomes, Damon didn’t disappear. He planned everything. Now Elara must navigate a web of lies involving her husband, his powerful family, and the man suddenly risking his life for her. Loyalties blur. Enemies multiply. And the line between protector and threat becomes terrifyingly thin. Just when Elara finds the strength to fight back, she receives a final message: A video. Damon is alive. Staring straight into the camera. “Elara… don’t trust the man beside you.” And the mission truly begins.

Jade Mercer has spent nine years building her marketing firm on precision, discipline, and the deliberate decision to be underestimated. She walks into rooms and lets people assume she is the least dangerous person in them. Then she uses it. It has worked perfectly. It has also cost her everything warm and alive in herself that had nothing to do with ambition. Dominic Crest is the kind of man empires are built around and people are destroyed by. Ruthless, magnetic, and carrying a past he has weaponised into motivation, he has never wanted anything he did not eventually take. When Jade walks into his boardroom and refuses to look at him, he decides he wants her before she has finished her second slide. What begins as a single reckless Tuesday afternoon becomes something neither of them have language for. Jade discovers, one undone night at a time, that she has been starving herself of her own hunger for years, and that Dominic is the first person who has ever looked at her and seen exactly what she was hiding beneath the competence and the careful dresses. But Dominic's world is not clean. His past is populated with dangerous people, buried debts, and a woman from his history who does not accept endings. As Jade falls deeper into his orbit, the line between desire and destruction begins to blur in ways that could cost her everything she built. Sinful Awakening is a story about a woman who stopped apologising for her appetite. About power and who really holds it. About the specific madness of wanting someone who is genuinely bad for your carefully constructed life, and choosing them anyway, with both eyes open and no intention of stopping.

I'm Lilith. My biggest trauma used to be my dad forgetting to book my Santorini villa, I know, the absolute horror of it all. I had the Porsche, the diamonds, the designer wardrobe that took up two whole rooms, and Jax, the perfect boyfriend who looked at me like I hung the moon. I thought I was the main character. Plot twist? I was wrong. Turns out I wasn't being raised as the Alpha's darling. I was being fattened up for slaughter. My parents didn't love me, they were just my wardens, keeping me soft and pretty and completely clueless. And that Gala everyone kept whispering about? Not my debutante ball. An auction. I got sold to the Triad like a piece of art, like a handbag, like I was something to own. The Triad. Three terrifying, bloodthirsty Alphas who make the monsters under your bed look like stuffed animals. They need me for some twisted prophecy I never signed up for, and they don't care what I want. Obviously. And the cherry on top of this hot-mess express? Jax held the door open for them. My perfect boyfriend counted his money while they dragged me away. They think they can break the spoiled princess. They think I'm just a "Spawn of Lilith" meant to be served on a silver platter. Soft and sweet and easy to swallow. Here's what they don't get. When you take away a girl's credit cards, her freedom, her whole damn life? The monster underneath is way more expensive to deal with than a few Birkins ever were.