Interminable Rooms Novels & Stories

"Ensure this room is guarded at all times." So much for not being a prisoner...

Dante had been inside better-secured hotel rooms. The lock on room 412 of the Hotel Minerva was a standard European keycard system with a secondary deadbolt — respectable by civilian standards, trivial by his. He cleared it in under eight seconds, which meant his hands were quiet and his mind was quiet and nothing inside him registered this as anything other than a technical problem with a technical solution. He pushed the door open and moved inside. The room was wrong.

The second property overlooked the ocean. Modern, luxurious, private beach, Infinity pool, cinema room, and Indoor spa. The realtor finished the tour with obvious confidence. "What do you think?" Marilyn looked around quietly, then shook her head. "It doesn't feel lived in." The realtor blinked. "What do you mean?" "It feels like a five-star hotel." She smiled apologetically. "I don't want to live in a hotel." Raymond said nothing. He simply watched her again, until the third property, which was even larger.

Bhyron might return tonight. I shake my head, smiling wildly to reassure her; “nah. I’m absolutely fine. We don’t have time. Let’s go.” *** TWO HOURS LATER… It’s been two hours, two exhausting hours of combing the entire main building. Rather surprisingly, the rooms are not locked. So far, I’ve counted thirty bedrooms in total, excluding the absurd number of bathrooms, pantries and “extra empty rooms.” “I’m not the only one who thinks those empty rooms are weird, am I?” I ask breathlessly when Zuri and I stop to take a break.

When I came back to the dorm after dinner, Rachel and the others were already in the middle of the hallway, starting on the fondue. The moment I stepped inside, an intense, rich smell hit the back of my throat. As if fondue weren’t enough, Rachel was actually grilling patties over charcoal in a cramped dorm room. Did she not care about carbon monoxide poisoning? When she saw me, she put on a fake look of surprise. "Oh wow, silly me, I totally forgot to invite you, Lila!"

Oh my. Those rooms were vacant, and they were all furnished as if someone was already living inside but actually, no one was. Those rooms were for whoever that wishes to satisfy himself and doesn't have any money to pay for a hotel or probably, they didn't want to use their home as a place of satisfaction. Mr. Evidence built those rooms during the period of the construction of his condom company. He made it known to people that the rooms were free. No one needs to pay before using them but he had rules. The rule was that, I quote "after using the rooms, make sure you keep it clean. Failure to do that, you will be banned from using any of the rooms and secondly, no one is allowed to spend mor

Why do I feel like I am been trapped and my entire life is been controlled? Looking At the room opposite mine, I rolled my eyes. If there was any number I hate for no reason is 1, worst, the room number is 111! Originally, I wanted to knock, see if I can get information about the place and maybe a phone but….I will pass. The next room number 222 seems better. Odd! The rooms here are a bit- arranged. Walking through the passage, I discovered that we have eight rooms on this floor, they all have this corresponding digits like 111, 222, 434, and 100…..all three except our room, 2 and odd.

There is a long hall with six doors. As we pass one of the doors, Angelique points at a door and says "Angel is in there, the top girls get first call on the best rooms. I can show you the rooms on the monitor in our room." We walk to the end of the hall and enter a 10 x 14 room, with a shower, a bed. A couch and a couple of chairs of different styles. "So, your entrance f*e gets you three dances, I will strip and rub my breasts on your face. Anything more than that is extra."

Keys. Twelve of them. Each labeled with a number… and a name. Room 1: Submission. Room 2: Obsession. Room 3: Punishment. Room 4: Forgiveness. Room 5: Addiction. Room 6: Worship. Room 7: Deception. Room 8: Control. Room 9: Devotion. Room 10: Fear. Room 11: Lust. Room 12: Lydia. She froze. “My father built these. One for every sin he said could ruin a person,” Damian said softly. “Some of them are locked for a reason. Others… I haven’t dared enter.”