Lara Jean Covey Room Novels & Stories

Ravenna listened intently, trying to commit it all to memory. Mara led Ravenna through the mansion's corridors, eventually stopping in front of a door. "This is your room, Ravenna," she replied, opening the door and gesturing for her to enter. Ravenna stepped inside, her eyes wide with surprise. The room was amazing. It was big and spacious, with a canopy bed covered in soft, expensive fabrics. The walls were painted a shade of blue and decorated with lovely artwork. A thick rug covered the hardwood floor, and a bay window provided a beautiful view of the garden outside.

That evening, the reading room was quiet. Arda, Karina, and Jacob sat at a large square table, their heads buried in books. The table, designed with partitions for privacy, could accommodate six people, making it perfect for study groups. The room’s walls were painted a soothing mix of green and burnt orange, with inspirational quotes scattered across them. But Arda’s mind was far from inspired. She stared at her open notebook, her thoughts clouded by memories and worries.

Elara followed, her fingers brushing the cold metal frame as she crossed into the hidden room. The air was cool and still, carrying no scent of use. Kai moved carefully along the wall, finding a control switch. The room lit up in soft, low lights, just enough to see what was inside. Elara expected food supplies. Weapons. A bed. A first-aid station. Anything a panic room should have. She didn’t expect this. The room was larger than she imagined, almost the size of a small studio. Along the right wall stood several screens, all turned off. A long desk. A secure computer unit. Shelves lined with sealed boxes. And on the far wall—

Lara explored the huge, lavishly furnished room, complete with comfy sofas, magnificent flower arrangements, and an exquisite antique desk with tiny drawers filled with luxury notepaper. The adjoining bathroom and dressing room were equally impressive. Her very cases had been unpacked and her clothing hung. Some of her tension evaporated. There were no male accessories anywhere to be seen. The décor was defiantly feminine. Contrary to her expectations, Lara was clearly not sharing a room with Christophe. That made her breathe a little easier. She was emerging from the shower, toweling her hair when Lara thought she heard someone in the bedroom. Employing the soft robe supplied for her use, s

I was simply a woman standing in the middle of an empty room, imagining light. Soft rugs. Low shelves. Books. A small table with crayons and paper. A corner where a child could sit with headphones when the world became too loud. The Shelter Room. The name stayed in my chest like a small flame. Mrs. Crawford moved around the room with a notebook, already muttering about volunteers and donated furniture. Dr. Tricia stood near the window, studying the space with that precise, almost surgical attention of hers. Lucian remained in the doorway, arms folded, watching me more than the room with furrowed brows.

She looked around in confusion at the empty room before walking out in haze “Did I just dream?” “In here.” Lara called out as she heard Dana’s footsteps. This was a massive room was set up with three double mattresses on the ground with a soft raised cushion in the center. This used to be the men’s thinking cum chilling sleepover room; the room where the most brilliant and dangerous plans were first laid out. With Frank’s marriage, it slowly shifted purpose to being mostly chilling. With the addition to Dana and Lara, it turned to a full- time chill space. Dana walked in smiling “What did you say before?”

The strong smell wafted through the room instantly, overpowering the sweet fragrance of Lara's lemon air freshener. Their room was painted a cool shade of purple and white with a bunk bed leaning against both side of the room. Posters of Halle Berry, Naomi Campbell and a half naked Latino male model lined the wall. In the far end corner of the room, blouses, jeans and every size bra imaginable were carelessly draped over a chair. Strings of colorful waistbeads dangled from a bent nail on the pastel wall.

"Where are you going?" "Come with me, Ra!" he ordered immediately. Andre seemed to be possessed by something and dashed off to another room in the penthouse. "The storeroom?" Lara was puzzled after they finally reached their destination. A small room facing the east balcony. Fairly clean, according to Lara. "What's in here?" she asked curiously. "I'm going to turn it into your workspace, what do you think?" Andre smiled, which was immediately greeted by a hug from his wife.

Lauren got back to me and said they did a good job and I hope that she's right about that. We reach the top of the stairs and we stop at the first door to our left which Rogue kept for the baby's room and Lauren opens the door. We enter the room and my eyes widen in astonishment. The room is an absolute beauty and way better than mine or what I had imagined in my head. The painting is a neon blue colour with stickers of different drawings made with white papers on the walls and ceiling. There are also extended stickers that are held up by a thin white thread connected to the ceiling. The cradle is at the right side of the room and a lampstand is beside it which illuminates the whole room wit

Doubtfully, he followed behind Lara while Matthias watched his figure with a sly smile, hoping that Regan would like his new room. A moment later, Lara stopped in front of room B3. Regan looked at the room in front of him in annoyance, recalling Matthias’ smirk before he left. The room in front of him was small and pathetic, and the desk was not even half the size of Mattias’ desk. What was more annoying was that room B3 was adjacent to the bathroom. It was truly a spot with ‘great’ feng shui. “Director Locke, this is room B3. It has been vacant for a while, so it’s a bit dirty. I will arrange for someone to clean it for you later.” Lara’s crisp voice carried a hint of sweetness, but it didn