Interminable Rooms Novels & Stories

"This would be your room. Ta-da!" Zinnia enthusiastically said as soon as she opened Minerva's room. "Although your room was in the third floor while mine was second, it's fine since I'd still see you whenever you'd go down hehe." Minerva looked around the room that she would stay while inside the academy. Actually, "room" wasn't the correct term for this. This was freaking an apartment, if she would base it on earth. There was a dining room, a living room, a study room, a closet, and then the bedroom. How was this a freaking "room"?

It was as if the girl was an important person who had free access to enter the building. The girl occasionally looked at the people who also looked down at her, she didn't reply or respond to them. His steps continued to bring the girl into the room filled with CCTV. Until her steps stopped in front of a room that said "General"Frederick Dominic, the girl's hand went up to knock on the door knock ..tok..tok.. "Come in!" When the girl had heard the answer from inside the room, in a fairly firm baritone voice. Finally the girl opened the doorknob and stepped into the military-style room but seemed relaxed.

Alexi knows what works. The waiting list is piling up from his contacts but his idea of one member for each room means no one will ever have to wait to get served. Each room is tailored to a variety of specs and tastes and women or men chosen accordingly. A member is awarded a card when they arrive, which gives access to the themed room of their choosing. That means every night, twenty-five rooms are suited to twenty-five guests and it keeps everyone happy.

Everything from the castle itself to the little furniture it contained had layers and layers of dust collected all throughout the years. In the middle of the room, there was a strong dark glass dome, which captured all the evilness and the darkness inside it successfully for centuries, surrounded by runes to ensure the dome remained that way. The dome however, would come to life, it was inevitable, no magic spell or runes would keep it from breaking. The day wasn't far that this very dome would come to life and unleash everything that 'she' tried and managed to trap.

"Anastasia, right, Anastasia is using one of the rooms." "It also stink." Why would it stink? "And Pride is sleeping in one of the rooms." Why would Pride be here? He's on a mission right now until three days from now. Don't tell me, they put everything in the red room? "If that's the case then I guess I'll see the last room instead." I looked back at Drake who's now staring at my guys. "S-sure." "What's this for?" "It's the white room. We put people there to....to...to sleep for a week."

Episode 20 – Room 219 The key to Room 219 felt heavy in my hand, a cold, ornate brass thing that seemed to hold more promise than any electronic keycard ever could. The hotel was old-world elegance, all dark wood, hushed corridors, and the faint scent of polish and secrets. I'd booked it on a whim, a desperate lunge against the crushing monotony of my life. A weekend alone. No names. No strings. Just me, a stack of unread books, and the silence.

The click of the latch was the period at the end of the sentence. Jun let out a shaky breath, realizing he had been holding it. He walked down the corridor Min had indicated. He passed two closed doors before opening the third. He stepped inside. It was... sterile. That was the only word for it. The room was massive, easily twice the size of his bedroom in New York. The walls were painted a cool, slate grey. The floor was polished concrete warmed by rug areas. A king-sized bed with a black leather headboard dominated the space, flanked by chrome nightstands.

I mumbled. Truly, it didn't look any different from an expensive house. The noise from the club was completely muted. There were rooms in rolls on both my left and right. Along the hallway was a dim light from candles of different colors. Each door had either a number of four digits or three-letter words like; 0022, 4567, 889, Red, Ego, Air, and so on. We continued walking with my gaze unstable. I looked from left to right and turned front and back.

“We’ll take it.” The receptionist slid a rusty-looking key across the counter, her face as tired as my soul felt. “Room 204. Upstairs, end of the hall. Enjoy your stay.” Enjoy? Sure, because sharing a room with Aiden was everyone’s idea of a romantic getaway. As we made our way up the creaky staircase, I could feel the tension building between us. The silence wasn’t awkward—it was charged. Every step seemed louder than it should’ve been, like the universe was mocking me.

However, décor and customer service hardly counted for its reputation as one of the city’s most popular hangouts, which was why only a select few knew of a velvet panel which looked to be a part of the wall in one of its winding hallways. When pushed, it revealed a lushly-carpeted stairway that led down to a private room that had been a stuff of legends among many a gentleman-only club for as long as memory served: a part-lounge, part-casino inspired after what must have been a Moroccan fantasy, with every surface of the exclusive subterranean playground a bordello red, from floor to ceiling, that opened late into the night and ran well into the next day, so that it’d become quite normal for