Lara Jean Covey Room Novels & Stories

For six months I renovated the condo where my fiancé and I were supposed to begin our married life. Grant said he was buried in a project. My brother said he was always traveling. My best friend said something had come up at home. Not one of them had time to lend a hand. The night before I moved in, they covered my eyes and told me someone I would never guess had come back to warm the place for me. The door opened, and there was Serena Cole, a childhood friend I hadn’t seen in years, wearing my slippers and rushing at me with a smile. “Surprised?” I was. Until she said, offhand, “These past few days I couldn’t have managed without Grant helping me pick a mattress, Owen carrying my bags,

“It has a window that gets morning light. I hope you like that.” I stepped inside, taking in the cozy furniture and the faint scent of lavender. “This place is beautiful.” “It’s a little messy,” she said with a shrug, “but it’s mine.” I carried my suitcase to the spare room. She followed me. She hadn’t been lying about the light. The spare room was tiny, just big enough for a bed and a small desk, but the walls were covered in colorful murals. Riley had clearly painted them herself. "This is incredible," I said, running my fingers over the swirling designs.

Lunaya. Turns out we didn’t venture too far from the lodge. It only took us ten minutes to get back. Beta Bronson volunteered to go back along the path to find my clothes and return them to our room, while we met with Astéri and Elaine. We quickly slipped back to our room and got changed, then went in search of the two she-wolves. We found them in a large living space, and that is an understatement. The room is massive. It boasted a high ceiling with exposed wooden beams and chandeliers. Two large stone fireplaces giving the space a warmth and cosiness. Beautiful rugs littered the floor with a multitude of armchairs and sofas spread around the room. Elain and Astéri were seated on a large le

I was stunned when I entered Cohen's room. The walls are blue and the ceiling is white. The floor is made of fine and high quality wood so I’m not afraid of Cohen’s feet getting cold every time he walks especially in the morning. There is big aircon, and big windows, but no balcony. It also has its own bathroom and wait, walk in closet? Really? Cohen doesn't seem to need it— and fuck, a built in playroom inside his room ?! This is too much!

And what the room was meant for "This room isn't just an army Field training room. It's a private quarter of the descendants of the lions goddess. Sheena's quarter and a private study room. The three of them, Raul Avila, Jonathan Madrigal and Sheena de Leon had planned quest to unravel the truth about legends. ONLY THE RIGHTFUL COULD SEE WHAT THEY ARE RIGHTFUL TO. And that means, it took the three of them to unravel the trut He brought back the contents back to its folder. His stomach was gurgling and he felt there was something wrong

(ALEXA'S POV) Carefully tying Luke’s oversized coat around my torn dress, I climbed the stairs to the third floor. I pushed open the door to Room 58 and froze. Cole sat next to a laptop, his face looking better and shaved, completely different from the last time I had seen him, Linsley stood beside him tapping her foot anxiously.

Miranda now spent every day cursing out scammers. However, the money she borrowed had to be returned somehow. Now that she was backed into a corner, she ridiculously decided to approach me. "Amelia, you're close to Theo, aren't you? Can you ask him to lend me some money? I'm out of options. We're roommates. Please help me. I'll be so grateful." Was she serious? Did she really think her gratitude was worth anything at all?

Luca finally stopped at a heavy wooden door and pushed it open. “Inside.” Raven hesitated for half a second before stepping in. The room was large but not extravagant. A fireplace crackled along the far wall, casting shadows against the deep mahogany furniture. A massive bed dominated the space, its black sheets crisp and untouched. Her stomach twisted. He brought her to his room. Luca stepped in behind her, closing the door with a soft click. “No more dungeons?” she muttered. He crossed his arms. “Not unless you give me a reason to put you back there.”

However, room 1623 was a luxury suite, and only a few prominent actors and influential people within the crew could stay there. Larissa's heart sank at the possibility that Cody might be meeting the producer of "Time of Childhood." She grabbed the front desk's intercom to call the housekeeping staff. "Who cleaned room 1623 today? Do you know who is staying there?" A few minutes later, someone replied, "I cleaned it, and it seems to be a female celebrity, but I don't know her." It calmed Larissa down a little. She instructed the security, "If that man enters any other room afterward, you must inform me immediately."

It was large enough that it wasn’t easy to spot the two other vampires who shared the space with him. “What’s going on?” Cara asked as she stood up. “Quiet,” Bohdan replied. Cara whispered, “Why should I be quiet? Tell me where I am.” “We’re in the basement, and we’re not alone, so shut up.” Cara looked around the huge room and tried to gain her bearings. In all the time she worked at the prison, she’d never been to the maintenance department. They always came to the hospital if she needed them. Then she saw two men walk around the corner, two men she recognized as Rancid and Isaac.