Invincible White Room Novels & Stories

Doubling her steps, she caught up with the lady who got to the end of the room, pressed her palm against the wall while Isha struggled to see the faint print she knew was intentionally almost invisible. The wall pushed in and then slid to the left. The minute they stepped in, the smell of chemicals hit her and she struggled to keep herself from choking. “We do a lot of mixing and turning here.” The woman began speaking, not caring about her suffering. Isha could see a lot of people, they stood around beacons and tumblers, handling liquids of different colours. They were about 50 in the room by her guess and they peered up at her as they walked past. There was hardly any space in the room and

It was just white, nothing was in it and then it hit her. "The white room". She wanted to yell but she knew no one would hear her. The white room was the room for rebellious angels, it could twist the minds of whoever was in it and leave them as a shadow of themselves. Nahamani knew she would soon die if she stays here for too long.

"The High District is up." "The White Room is in the pylon," Lydia said. "They built the facility inside the support structure of the city. If it blows, the whole District drops." The elevator stopped with a soft chime. The doors opened to a hallway that was blindingly white. There were no shadows. There were no corners. The walls were curved glass. Three Sentinels stood in the middle of the hall. They were dressed in white tactical suits. Their eyes were a flat, mechanical blue. They didn't reach for guns. They raised their hands, and the air around them began to ripple with kinetic energy.

Geremia said ambiguously, making Olivia furrow her brow. 'What problem could arise at the hospital?' Olivia wondered. But she didn't say anything directly to Geremia. The car entered the hospital parking lot. With quick steps—forcing Olivia to follow with half a run—Geremia headed for the elevator. He pressed the button for the floor where the 'White Room' was located. The White Room was the designation for a special room built and intended exclusively for members of the Quirino family.

Reality was worse than anything he'd imagined. … The sharp smell of antiseptic filled my lungs. I lay in bed, drifting in and out of awareness. "The patient has suffered a slight concussion and requires a 24-hour observation," said the doctor, but his voice sounded far away. I closed my eyes, my mind replaying that brutal night. I remembered the burglar's twisted face, the speeding car, and the deafening explosion. When I woke up again, the TV was talking about that incident. "A traffic accident involving a tanker truck and a private vehicle occurred on Goodrich Avenue last night. The collision triggered an explosion. A charred body was recovered from the car. Police believe the victim to be

He did not ask for this, no one asked for this, and I did not ask to be cheated on and humiliated. “Please don't talk to me, " He said, betraying all the hope I had, just when I finally thought I was getting to him, we neared the white room, the white room was actually white, and it is located at the far end of the pack. As we got to the room I was meant to be placed in, I saw some girls that have already been put there waiting for the time when they would be taken away, and captured by their fates.

I just signed my name and let it be. The surgery was scheduled for the next day. … That night, in the hospital, surrounded by the sharp smell of disinfectant, I somehow managed to sleep like a rock. Maybe it was the thought that I would no longer be in debt to the Lloyds that made my heart lighten up for once. Walter, though, was the star in the VIP room next door. Everyone was there, showering him with attention and care.

K Whatever was flabbergasted the moment he opened the door at the end of the secret passageway. That is because everything is white. The room has white walls even the floor, the room was empty except for the thing in the middle that is also white. If K Whatever didn't frowned and look closely, she wouldn't even notice the square white wooden chair in the middle. "Is this the White Palace? Yuck," She commented as she walked slowly afraid she might trigger something else. Even with her healing ability, she was still scared of pain. What if there was a trap somewhere that could hurt her bad that she would wish to die instead?

it's called the black house. I reached the last floor and the door opened. So here we have 3 rooms. 1st room is called the white room, I don't usually kill people in there. It's where we get to have conversations and if you comply well and agree to our conditions or confess, we'll let you go. The second room is the red room, things get really bloody in there. I just basically kill you on the spot if I see no usefulness in you. Then the black room, that's the room of severe and intense torture.

It was almost midnight when Helena, Greg, and Theo stood outside the forbidden wing of Brentford Academy. The east wing had been locked for years. Rumors called it The White Room—once a counseling center for troubled students, now sealed off after “an incident” nobody ever talked about. Sophia’s last documented visit had been here. Greg held the stolen keycard in one hand, flashlight in the other. “Are you sure this is it?” Helena nodded. Her breath was visible in the cold air.