Lara Jean Covey Room Novels & Stories

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.

“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

he said to my mom. She smiled warmly at him. I followed behind them quietly. Lucas stopped at a door and opened it. “This will be your room, Raven.” I stepped inside. My eyes widened immediately. The room was beautiful. It was large and elegant. A huge bed stood in the center with soft white sheets. There was a fireplace near one wall. A sitting area with a couch and small table stood near the windows. A bookshelf filled one corner. A vanity stood near the wardrobe. Soft lamps gave the room a warm glow.

Cole POV I yanked the Jackal through the doorway and stepped into the Revenant’s Lair. The place wasn’t dark, but the lights were low enough to cover everything in shades of red and blue. Music hummed from the speakers, the bass vibrating under the floor. Smoke drifted in lazy clouds across the room. A couple of guys were gathered near the back, throwing punches at hanging bags or lifting weights and grunting as they did so. A small group of groupie women lounged on the couches, laughing at something one of the boys said.

Past where his assistants worked was his office. There was a space to meet people and deal with business matters—but the real highlight was his secret room. That room meant the world to Matthew. He said it was his only spot to catch his breath in the busy, money-scented world of finance. I was the only one allowed in. It was our little secret—one of the perks of being his wife. Whenever I came to get him, I would hang out in that room until he was done with work. It had my favorite books, the art we had picked out together, and a liquor cabinet that only I had the code to.

"My parents and my sister, Lyla." He turned back to her after nodding and taking another look at the picture. "So, the room?" Hyper aware of his presence behind her, Grace guided him down the corridor. She said, "It's not very large," and opened the second bedroom door. "But it gets good light in the morning." Max entered and looked around the deserted room. With the exception of the dust bunnies beneath the bed and an enigmatic stain on the carpet that Grace had spent hours cleaning, Megan had taken everything.

"I told you before, you can use those bottles of Rejoice. This one's a gift from a friend—I hadn't even planned on opening it..." "Joyce, are you afraid I might break it...?" Scarlett lowered her eyes, her voice small and muffled. "I know, I'm just a poor girl from the countryside. I've never used anything nice, so I understand if you're worried..." "No, I—" "Ugh, it's just Revista shampoo. What's the big deal?" Lily Becker's voice cut through mine, her words dismissive. "Scarlett, go ahead and use mine—the one in a black bottle."

LARA Due to the herbal tea incident, the Wolf Council recommended to Magnus that I be kept in the villa's secluded room, until I delivered the baby. This area was enclosed by walls, accessible only to a trusted servant, Magnus, and my family. The walls were designed to prevent enemies from detecting the location.