Invincible White Room Novels & Stories

Before he unlocked it, he looked back. “Remember, Lena. You asked to see.” The key turned. The door opened. White light spilled into the corridor. I stepped inside. And stopped breathing. The room was white. Not metaphorically. Not just stone and cloth. White marble walls. White floors. White curtains drawn across narrow windows. White candles in silver holders. White bowls on a white table. White cloth folded with ceremonial precision. And in the center of the room stood a silver chair. Not a throne. Not exactly.

I stared straight with eyes wide when a certain part of a wall actually was cut into two and parted sideways to show a secret room. “What the f... What is this?” I asked myself as I entered the white room. There was no furniture in it except for a sole gold candelabra sitting on top the unlit white-bricked fireplace. On each side of it, there were two small red buttons installed on the wall. For what purpose are they for, I don’t know, but I pressed the right one without a thought and saw a single-door unlocking on its own to reveal another room. I blinked a couple of times before sauntering inside it.

she asked, referring to the white room. "I'll do it as gently as I can, I promise..." He looked at her pleadingly. By that time she knew, that if she want everything back to normal she has to be ready to sacrifice herself. She survived all the torture before, and that one might not be going to hurt her worst. She was just going to nod her head when James carried her and brought her to the white room, the room that she hated the most. He put him on the white leather bed, his eyes blazing in excitement.

She had a feeling maybe something was triggered in the lady's memory but since she hadn't come out of the coma, they just had to do their best to monitor her. Vinca felt like she was falling down a deep, black hole. She wanted to scream but no sound came forth. Her fall was cut short abruptly and she was now floating in a white cloud. ***** Damont rushed to the door as soon as he heard the doorbell. Vinca heard the front door being opened and shut then the sound of heels. The bedroom door was flung open and a lady from earlier came in. "You shameless bitch, what are you doing here?" she screamed flinging herself at her.

I struggle to my feet and fight as much as I can until once again they have me pinned to the floor before knocking me out. I wake up back in the white room with a vial of blood sitting on a small table. I stagger to my feet and over to where the vial is with a note saying 'Drink me!'. As soon as I touch the vial, the room starts with the flashing once more. I down the vial before the room seems to send me insane again.

Sparks showered into the dark room as the security locks melted into liquid iron. I scrambled backward, shielding Dominic’s unmoving body with my own as the doors were violently kicked inward from the outside, crashing onto the tile floor with a heavy, pressurized thud. Thick, white chemical smoke poured into the room from the corridor, illuminated only by the flashing crimson emergency lights. Through the haze, a dozen heavy tactical boots stepped into the lab. These weren’t rebel scavengers. They wore pristine, matte-black carbon-fiber armor emblazoned with the Vanguard corporate crest, their advanced electromagnetic rifles already raised and scanning the room.

The pitch black darkness of the Valerius penthouse was absolute. With the solid tungsten blast shields dropped over the panoramic windows and the heavy mechanical locks engaged, the sunlit sanctuary had violently transformed into an impenetrable, soundproof tomb. Victoria Cross stood completely frozen in the center of the hardwood floor. The two Volkov mercenaries frantically swept their high lumen tactical flashlights across the massive living room. The piercing white beams sliced through the dark, illuminating pristine leather furniture, marble countertops, and empty space.

“Your room is being prepared. Medical equipment. Supplies. Dr. White needs space to set up properly.” “So where—” He pushed open a door with his shoulder. His room. I recognized it immediately. The massive bed. The dark furniture. The scent of him everywhere…cedar and smoke and something indefinably Enzo. “No.” I started struggling. “No, I’m not staying in here.” “Just for tonight. Until your room is ready.” “I don’t want—” “Nina.” He set me down on the bed, gentle despite my protests. “It’s late. You’re exhausted. Dr. White needs to monitor you through the night. This room has everything she needs.”

Just me and— The lights suddenly came on and I squinted at how bright it was. When my eyes finally adjusted, my heart nearly stopped as I looked at the white walls that surrounded me. Everything in here was white. The tiles, the ceiling, the walls, everything had that one color that could make you go insane if stared at for too long. The room suddenly shook, and I glanced to the side to see that the walls were closing in on me. The most horrible thing about the white room? Your worst fears came true in here. No matter how much one tried to stay strong, this room would break them.

VALENTINA After I agreed upon helping them, Agent Vitali lead me to the room which is right beside that interrogation room. He asked me to rest and he went to talk to the seniors or whatever. Where he has locked me this time is a plain room. White room. A white bed. White sheets. White floor. White attached door. This is unbelievable. I am beginning to despise white color. I sigh out and jog toward the bed before laying down over it. I have been unconscious for a whole day and when I woke up, I was already in that interrogation room, handcuffed to the table.