Interminable Rooms Novels & Stories

Scarred. She opened it. Evelyn stepped through before fear could root her in place. Inside… was a room. Not luxurious. Not beautiful. It was dimly lit by a single bulb swinging slowly from the ceiling. The walls were white and empty. No furniture. No window. And in the center of the room — a single chair. Metal. Bolted to the floor. Evelyn’s breath caught. She stepped back, suddenly unsure. The woman behind her didn’t move, didn’t speak.

The room was dimly lit, a single lamp casting long shadows across the floor. Imani’s suite was quiet but charged with tension — an eerie calm before the inevitable storm. Thick velvet curtains muffled the sound of the night, and the ticking of an ornate wall clock became a cruel reminder of time slipping through her fingers.

Her heartbeat was way louder than the security beeps around her, but she made it in. Inside? Hell consumed her. The first room was colossal, dark, vaulted, and endless.The ceilings stretched so high, Niya thought they could house twenty Nephilims - if they were real. The floor beneath her heels was black marble, streaked with crimson veins. “What is this place?” Her voice is muffled against the loud music that circled the room. It was dim yet with just enough light.

When I'd once suggested trying the hotel, Nathan had snapped, "Isn't our house good enough? You're such a big spender. I’ve never seen anyone spend money like you do." But it was my card, a gift from my friend. Why couldn't I use it? The more I thought about it, the angrier I got, driving straight to the hotel. With the holiday approaching, the lobby buzzed with guests checking in. I waited nearly half an hour for the front desk to clear. "I'm Alva Phelps," I said, struggling to keep my voice steady. "You called me this morning." The receptionist glanced up, confused. "Ms. Phelps? But you're already back in your room. You just requested no housekeeping ten minutes ago and activated the do-no

Revealing a new chamber pulsing with red light. And in the center of the chamber… A heartbeat. Not metaphorical. Literal. A massive, suspended organ pulsing with veins of black and blue, thumping slow and heavy shaking the walls with every beat. Lola’s blood went cold. “Oh my God…” she whispered. Jayden stared, stunned. “That’s impossible.” Mirror-Jayden’s fading echo whispered through the corridor: “Not everything in the Doom Room is human. Some things… are older.” The heartbeat thudded harder.

Chapter 25 - Gluttony Gideon Panic room is busier than it has been in weeks. After Lucifer sent Emmett and me out of our little roundup mission, more people kept showing up. Eager to experience the thrill of the seven rooms designed after the seven deadly sins while also enjoying the alcohol and music on the dancefloor.

Bohdan asked. “Not very often, but sometimes a rich industrialist will come and pay to have an armed escort down here. It’s usually a huge deal when they do and they have lots of armed guards. Now that you’re here, I’m sure we’ll have a lot more of them showing up. I bet they give you a room of your own.” “What do you mean a room of my own?” Bohdan asked. “There are three building here, one is filled with the Mormons, the other with miners. The third is torn to pieces and is filled with rats and shit. Most of the vampires use it as a toilet.”

"No girl is supposed to be treated like trash and called stupid names. Now get out of my room before I kill you." Ross just shook his head and walked out. I couldn't help but feel some admiration for Alec. I was surely lucky to have such a roommate.

I went out of the booth room and then made my way up through upstairs. I really hope I get the wings quickly so I do not have to climb these stairs anymore. I can just fly and reach the room. Damn these wings will make me lazy. Anyways I will not gain weight now. That's a good thing. I giggled. I came to the big gallery. "Great! How will I remember my room? This gallery contains around 100 rooms." I wondered Then I noticed there is a white light reflection showing me a path. I followed the path and then in a few minutes, I was in front of the room where I was before.

Let it imprint, don't try to erase Let it be eternal, in a frame called memories Days passed, hours turned, minutes turned, and seconds ran. Three more days for the competition, and today Aiys has to finish all the packaging. Aiys looked at every corner of the room. The rooms are white in color combined with some real or organic greenery. "Goodbye room," Aiys said trying hard.