Lara Jean Covey Room Novels & Stories

“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.

Blakey smugly reminded Gideon that he is much more better than him on every opportunity that he see. Which irritates Gideon more. They got those mini elevator that you can put food and deliver it directly to the rooms who requested the food. Cool right? Cara excitedly guide me to the room then she said I can use this room whenever I sleepover. I opened the room and I am amazed. The room is painted light purple. A king sized bed with a canopy was in the middle of the room. Various size of pillows was spread out of the bed. Sparkly light surrounds the room.

By the third glass the edges of everything had gone slightly softer and the music felt less loud and Cole's face in my head was further away than it had been an hour ago, which was the closest thing to relief I had felt in five days. That was when Brynn came back with a keycard pressed into my hand and a look on her face that meant she was pleased with herself. "I have a surprise for you upstairs. Room 412. Go." "What kind of surprise?" "The good kind. Go, Zella, stop asking questions." I went. I took the lift to the fourth floor, found the room, and put the card against the reader. The light blinked green. I pushed the door open. The room was dark. Not empty.

Looking around and seeing no one passing by, she brought out the key to the room which she smuggled from Miley without her even knowing. Scratching the card through, the door opened and she entered. She was amazed at how organized and arranged everywhere was. The room was divided into sections of different year. The sections were divided into different months and day. It was really a huge room. Not wanting to waste time, Raven headed to section 2016 and on getting there she went to the month of November and day 12th. Opening the cabinet, she started going through all the files. But surprisingly she didn't see anyone related to a share transfer.

He couldn't help but notice the sway of her hips and the sensual scent that lingered in the air. "Adams," Lucian called as he was about to leave. Adams stopped and turned to face him, feeling a sense of trepidation. "Do have a good night," he said with a hint of underlying threat, and Adams nodded his head nervously, feeling a shiver down his spine Lara took Adams to his new room, which was quite spacious for a bedroom. It had a bed that could fit four normal-sized men, a TV set, and even a video game console.

"Mrs. Gale, why was she afraid of this room? Staying in this room seemed terrifying to her, and she ran away like a scared child. " Mrs. Gale, on the other hand, remained silent as she began dusting the window that she had opened. The window in the pink room faced the orchard and Leonardo's studio. The studio's off-limits veranda could be seen clearly from that angle. Angela felt creeped out by Lara's fear of the room. She was perplexed as to what made her jump and decline to stay in Esmeralda's previous room. She was curious about her.

The late afternoon light streamed obliquely through the tenth-floor meeting room's glass wall, casting long golden bands across the polished rosewood table. The room was empty, the silence total, broken only by the almost inaudible hum of the air conditioning. Lara was standing before the table, her hands resting lightly on the smooth surface. Calleb had summoned her there with an enigmatic email: "Progress assessment. Room 1004. 5:45 PM."

“You better! But seriously, don't stress yourself too much, dear. Don't forget you're pregnant. Work only within your limit." I smiled again, keeping her advice in mind. The elevator's ding signaled that we were at the highest floor and together we walked out with her leading the way. She took me to various rooms, pointing at the numbers on the door for me to take note of and telling me what the room was for. When we got to the third room, she stopped me outside. “This is Ciara Cowell's room. She's the only model on the executive floor because she insists on having a room up here with us."

The rest of the room had changed and changed again as the person in it changed, but the window and the colour held, and on mornings when Elara stood in the doorway watching her daughter wake, she saw the same morning light she had seen on the first morning they had brought her home, the light she had designed the room around before the person existed who would live under it. Rowan had an office at home now. Not the secondary study that had become the nursery and was now the bedroom of a ten-year-old. A proper office, built into what had been an underused space on the ground floor, designed by Elara over one winter when the Vienna project had finished and she had turned her professional eye o

Marla’s favorite room in The Story House was the attic. It wasn’t officially a program space—just a quiet, tucked-away corner filled with forgotten furniture, old blankets, and a dormer window that caught the afternoon sun just right. River had once suggested turning it into a supply room. Skye had vetoed him instantly. “This space breathes,” she said. “Let’s not choke it with boxes.” So it remained untouched. Raw. A little dusty. A little magical.