Lara Jean Covey Room Novels & Stories

She doesn't know why she's feeling nervous. Raven shook his head. "Ellis surely wants to talk privately," Liana bit her lower lip. She nodded and stepped inside. The apprehension she felt worsened as Raven closed the door. The office is only big enough for Kai. The style of the floor is the same with the ground floor, but with a darker shade of gray. The furniture sets are all in dirty white. There are some figurines to add style to the room. The wall and ceiling remained white, though the large door was brown.

“No. But I’ll keep moving until we get her.” Stevens returned a minute later. “She’s on the fourth floor. Room 412.” The three of us headed for the elevators, and found Room 412 halfway down the hallway. The door was closed, and no sound from inside. Aria was just behind me, her fists clenched. “What if we’re too late?” she whispered. “We’re not,” I said, though my stomach was knotted. Stevens checked the corridor both ways. It was empty and he nodded at me, and reached into his pocket and found a lockpick kit.

I reply, hoping it works. Caleb stares down at me once more. Slowly, he steps back and waves me inside. “Get the fuck in, songbird.” “My name is Lila, in case you’ve forgotten,” I responded. I walk into the spacious yet empty room. There’s a generic kitchen with four counters, a fridge, and a small bathroom hidden behind a screen. A double bed sits in the middle, with a couch at the end and a big orange rug in front of it. A wardrobe stands nearby, with hooks holding countless weapons.

It even made Harper look away at last. “Then let’s go where she can’t see you be distracted.” Cole shot a look at Luca and she could practically see the light bulb turn on in his mind. “We’ve got a private study room on the third floor.” Zira frowned. The third floor was mostly restricted access. There were stacks there she wasn’t allowed to pull from as well as private study cubicles and apparently entire rooms. She wanted to say yes. The thought of saying no and seeing the look of disappointment on their faces made her stomach twist worse than her morning hangover.

Then he signals me to look upwards, and when I look up, I feel like I am standing in the open field under the sparkling stars; The ceilis decorated with artificial sparkling stars and moon. "When did you start preparing this room?" I ask him in awe. "Since you told me that you are pregnant, I started planning for this room," he said while hugging me from behind. "And that is not it. There are two secret doors in this room. One door is on the left-hand side, which opens directly to our room," Cole said and led me to the left-hand side self, which is decorated with books, toys, photos, albums, and whatnot. Cole puts his finger on the red button, and the wall is divided into two parts and gives

Essentials ready. “Oh my,” Mrs. Harper whispered. “This is too much.” “It’s just enough,” Dr. Halvosen corrected gently. Cole carried Aurora’s box into her room. Her room was larger than the rest. Clean lines. Soft lighting. A view of the city skyline. Cole placed the box near the bed. “If you need anything—” “I’ll call,” she said. He nodded and left quietly after saying something about a deadline and catching up with her later. Mrs. Harper and Elara retreated to settle in.

Lara said as she suppressed a yawn. Alvria glanced at Lara as she followed her out of the dressing room. She wondered if Lara was really addressing her or if she was giving herself a pep talk. She decided to ignore her, she still had to take a walk around the house in case Simon was still up, as she was about to leave she remembered something and turned to Lara who was heading for her room. Since she was the head of all the maids present, she did not sleep in the joint room prepared for the maids, she had a room of her own situated on the first floor just beside Jared’s.

The room was a museum of Karen’s victory and Rahul’s betrayal. Lara went to bed. It was a king-size, a vast, tempting arena. She lay down, pulling the covers to her waist, the black lace of the chemise a stark, fragile contrast to the white linen. She let the mask of Karen’s ambition settle over her features, channelling the CEO’s ruthless certainty. She was the lure. She was the trap.

the woman explained before leaving the room with Jane following behind her. "I have to say, I have been shopping here for years, but this is the first time I am co.ing into the VIP room," Arietta squealed, lying on the couch. "Oh, how wonderful," she squealed, rubbing her hand back and forth on the couch, feeling it with her eyes closed and a smile on her face. "I need help," Lila said.

The thick velvet duvet was already folded back, and one of the maids was neatly placing her folded sweaters into a suitcase. The woman—Lara, if she remembered correctly—was polite, silent, and terrifyingly efficient. Her crisp black uniform barely rustled as she moved. Another maid moved to hang her dresses in the walk-in closet of the new room down the hall. A room she was meant to *share*. Her throat tightened. She rose and walked slowly to the doorframe of what would soon no longer be hers, gripping the edges of the frame like she might steady her spinning world. The hallway outside buzzed with the shuffle of boxes, footsteps, and faint instructions.