Is Room A True Story Novels & Stories

I ran until I couldn't run anymore, until I found myself standing in front of The Riverside Hotel three blocks away. The kind of place Damien and I couldn't afford but that businesspeople expensed without thinking about it. The lobby was all marble and gold accents. At the front desk, a young woman with perfect makeup smiled at me. "Can I help you?" "I need a room." My voice sounded distant. "Just for tonight." She didn't ask about luggage or why I looked like death. She just processed my credit card and handed me a key leading to Room 412. I made it inside, locked the door, and collapsed against it.

When I was rescued, I finally understood why Kendrick had said that I wouldn't have gotten away. It turned out the room I'd been locked in was inside Olsen Group's headquarters. From the outside, it just looked like a regular conference room. But upon heading just a little farther inside, one would find a glass-walled hidden chamber. That was where Kendrick would get off on assaulting and abusing women while watching as his father and the company's executives held meetings outside. He loved yanking women by the hair and sneering, "See that? One day, all of that will be mine. You'll never beat me in court!"

He said and finally stood in front of a room. He slid the room card in the card slot, opening the door for us to go in. “Why do you have a room booked anyways?” I gasped, my eyes trailing into the huge room. He chuckled and I turned to him, unsure if I had just heard him laugh. Why was he laughing? “I’m sorry about not telling you the full truth.” I apologized, my face slightly squeezed in guilt. “Make up for it.” Richard came closer and I backed away from him until I felt my back against the wall.

The clerk was an old man with a cigarette hanging from his lip, watching a static-filled TV. "One room," I said, slamming a hundred-dollar bill on the counter. "Two beds. Far from the road." He grunted and slid a key across the counter. Room 114. Last one at the end. I went back to the truck and we carried our meager belongings into the room. It smelled like stale smoke and cheap pine cleaner. The carpet was stained and the wallpaper was peeling, but the door had a deadbolt and the curtains were thick. Mark collapsed onto the bed nearest the door, not even bothering to take off his shoes. "I can't believe this is happening," he muttered, burying his face in the pillow. He was asleep within s

I replied, flopping back against the dresser. "Millie!" Sam squealed, sounding for all the world like she was out of breath. "You will NOT believe what I'm about to tell you!" I laughed then, knowing already this was going to be good. "Oh, come on, spill! I need something to distract me from the fact that I'm currently rooming with Satan in a suit." "Wait, what? You're rooming with who?" "Oh, yeah," I smirked. "So, Mr. Serrano and I are sharing a room because the hotel ran out of rooms. It's been… an experience, to say the least."

she asked, arching a brow. Before I could formulate a response, her attention shifted toward Raihan. “More importantly, what is he doing here?” “He’s my roommate,” Raihan replied evenly, seemingly unbothered by the interrogation. “Oh…” A trace of astonishment flickered across his mother’s features. “I wasn’t aware you had a roommate,” she remarked, her discerning gaze meticulously examining my face. “And what might your name be, young man?” his father inquired, his piercing stare settling unwaveringly on me.

He blinked at the number on the door then he turned to me " No way!... This can't be right" He snatched a paper in my hands and checked the number " Room 3A,Dorm B. This is... their dorm " I frowned." Their as in...? " " Sovereign Circle, " He took a cautious step back like the door might grow teeth. " This is their floor. These are their rooms. You're not supposed to be here unless you're fucking rich like them ". He stared at me, baffled " You must be some big fish then" Before I could even respond, the door opened and my breath hitched as I took in the surrounding. The dorm was nothing like I had imagine, it looked like some kind of hotel suite or a penthouse.

"I think those five-thousand-dollar tickets are part of their plan. Only something costly and attention-grabbing enough could draw everyone's attention toward money and envy right after they go missing, therefore covering up their actual objective." "These young men are meticulous indeed," the slightly older officer remarked from beside as he wrote in his notebook. I was allowed to first return to the dormitory after the questioning. This was my first time being left alone in the very spacious Room 412. The scent of expensive perfume from my roommates' parents still lingered in the air, mixing with the smell of panic and despair. I sat at my desk, turned on the table lamp, and opened my text

My feet carried me to the elevator before I even realized where I was going. 317. My mother's hospital room, or her twin sister, honestly I wasn't so sure anymore. I hadn't time to deal with it, discovering the truth had turned out to be more complicated than I had imagined and I had just kept it one side for now. The door to the private room was slightly ajar when I reached it. I pushed it open carefully, stepping inside. She was awake.

"I heard you were kidnapped a couple of weeks ago. Is that true? He asked. "No. That's not true." I replied. "It's not?" He asked, frowning. "Yes, it's not," I replied. "I also heard someone broke into your room a couple of days ago. Is that a lie too?" "Yes." I breathed out. "Would you swear on your life that these things didn't happen?" "They didn't happen," I replied, sounding so sure. "And your roommate, did she see anything?" I shook my head. "She didn't."