Interminable Rooms Novels & Stories

Again, the nothingness and dead air revolve around the room as they waited for the Minister to come back into the room. ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟﾟ*☆*ﾟ

I muttered, glancing this way and that down the hallway of the royal elden rooms. The tall off-orange architecture of the walls reminded me of Zeus’ temple, with its gold-rimmed wa panes and bright lighting. How much longer until the party was over? Sweat made the thick blond rattail mohawk of my hair stick irritatingly to the back of my neck. Fifty and a half rooms were searched and there still wasn't shit to find besides large pink dildos and suspicious-looking dolls with excessively wide vaginas. My eyes passed over the tall bronze wood of the locked doors before it rested on the gold name plate of one door in particular.

SAMANTHA’S POV The library’s third-floor reading room was almost empty at 11:45 PM, the only light coming from the green banker’s lamps on the long oak tables. I had claimed the corner desk near the windows, my postcolonial lit notes spread out like a battlefield. My laptop screen glowed with an unfinished 3000-word essay on identity and resistance, the cursor blinking accusingly at me. I had been here since 8 PM, but my mind kept drifting to the text Wesley had sent an hour ago.

Before I could react, he lifted me again, striding down the corridor toward a row of rooms. As we passed them, I noticed they were empty, but not unused. Equipment, restraints, things I couldn’t even name, lay scattered inside. “What are these rooms?” I asked. “Private rooms,” he replied. “For exclusive members.” My heart stuttered. “And... are you one?" ____ A. Gupta

“Damien and Amelia in the same room after everything that happened… now that’s entertainment money can’t buy.” The receptionist laughed nervously. “Well, they did ask to switch rooms first thing tomorrow just in case another one becomes available.” Alexander let out a quiet laugh. “Of course they will. Always fighting their feelings. Listen carefully find an excuse. Say the rooms are still being sanitized, or the plumbing’s under repair. I don’t care what you come up with. Just make sure they stay under the same roof for the next seventy-two hours.” “Yes, sir. I understand completely,” the receptionist replied, scribbling notes quickly.

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I needed to hear it. Just a word. Just something to confirm that all the scrubbing, the aching, the exhaustion—it all meant something. Hunter parted his lips, and my heart picked up an uneasy, frantic rhythm. “Go upstairs.” His tone was unreadable. “There are seven rooms that haven’t been used in months. Leave them spotless. You have two hours.” Two hours. Seven rooms. The frustration flared in my chest before I could push it down.

"Enjoy your visit!" Jackson snickered. "Thank you." Turning away, he saluted her with two fingers before stalking off to the staircase in favor of the elevator. The place was just as he remembered it, back from when he applied. The same decaying brown furniture, the weird rustic smell. And as he turned the corner up the winding staircase, he discovered the fluorescent lights still bugged his eyes. The walls even had the same coat of chipped, barely white paint. It was ugly as hell. Nothing like the room they had for the party, it amazed him really that they refused to improve anything with the budget they had.

The room is just as enormous like the one we passed earlier, the faint scent of smoke and frost wood clings to the air and a wide bed, three times wider than mine dominates the far side of my ned. Dark furs and luxurious bed covers layered over it, messy in a way that suggests it’s used,My pulse stutters at the sight of it before I can stop it. So this is his private chambers! Has he brought in other women here or is it just me? Urghh I hate that my brain even noticed that but then does it even matter? He’s lived for a long time, he’s literally immortal so of course he’s had experience although a delusional part of myself is sure he’s not the type to do things like this..

Xyrus said lowly before taking her on to the next room. They went through his office and the two spare bedrooms he kept ready for guests at any moment. She looked over every room with a curious look on her face, and he struggled to read her thoughts to no avail. "And this is the movie theatre," Xyrus said, as he opened the last door at the end of the hallway. The dark room had been filled with reclining leather chairs that resembled a movie theatre. With elevated floors, the room was made to look as if it had three rows with three seats each, making a small intimate movie theatre for nine.