Invincible White Room Novels & Stories

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?

A distraction from the real threat in their midst. The bright white walls, white bench, white powder coated bars, white floor, is almost blinding. I had considered a white room myself, it can be a good tool to break a person if used properly. However, my proclivities often lead to the spilling of blood, and a claret and white room doesn’t have quite the same effect.

I nodded and followed behind immediately, I thought he was going to take me back to the red room, or should I call that a torture room cause that's what it looks like, but I was more surprised when he took another way, we got to a door but it looks more like a computer door because he used his fingerprint to open the door and I also notice that this door looked the most different in this whole mansion though every door here looks magical, I watched as the Alpha stepped into the room and I did so too, unbearable cold washed through me as I step into the room, I was mesmerized and dumbstruck for a second, every fucking thing in this room is white and there's no stain or dirt, this place is mor

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.

Generators were still running. We moved room by room — bypassing biometric locks, disabling cameras. There were no guards. No scientists in white coats. Just the constant hum of machines and a sense of absence so profound it screamed. Then we found the black room. It wasn’t labeled — just a steel door with no handle and a warning etched into the paint: RESTRICTED CLEARANCE: RHODES-CLASS ONLY. Will worked the panel with shaking hands. “There’s a heartbeat inside.” The door slid open.

she said outwardly, letting herself remember how hard and intense Lord Storm Loathes her, It hurts her, it hurts really hard how she's gotten this lowly and useless, She cried solemnly inside the underground room, as the light was shone, The room was actually a white prison room, every single thing in the room was white, the light, the ceiling, wall and bedsheet, No single assorted color, The cloth she was even wearing was white. She could remember this time of room is a torture room to make people lose their mind after spending 24hours - 48hours without interaction or seeing different color,

Naomi struggled her best to reduce the grip of her neck while dangling in air, but she couldn't even budge Gwen's ghost hand. Dolores could hear Naomi's struggle while being inside the white room as the white room was merely invisible not sound-proof, reckoning that Naomi was a pig teammate, Dolores just needed to let the ghost not discover anyone to victimize in this room and go to some other room, sighing Dolores was prepared to chant and come out but before she could chant she was kicked out of the white room as 10 minutes had already passed.