Make Room For Gloom Novels & Stories

Dominic is standing near the center of the room, in his perfect, designer suit, he looks like the undisputed king of this world. The moment our eyes meet, his conversation with the people he’s talking to vanishes. A slow, genuine smile spreads across his handsome face, and he begins to excuse himself, his intent clear. He is coming for me and I can’t wait to be in his arms. My face beaming, I start to take a step toward him when the blue screen flickers, cold and unforgiving out of nowhere. [ NEW TASK: THE GHOST ] [OBJECTIVE: IGNORE DOMINIC GREYHOUND FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE EVENT.]

(sukoon pov) As I step into the room, a heavy sadness descends upon me like a suffocating blanket. The air feels thick and stagnant, as if it holds the weight of unshed tears and lingering despair. The once vibrant colours of the surroundings have faded, drained of their life and vitality. Shadows dance in the dimly lit space, casting elongated figures that mirror the desolation within.

But Cuzo did not even notice their gazes, well, even if he did, he won’t look up into it and just deliberately ignore it. Who was the most important? Them or the omnipotent guy in front of him that the peaceful mood from earlier was already gone once again and was replaced by a dark and gloomy atmosphere, like there was some clouds hovering on top of his head, extremely gloomy like the sky outside this isolated room. Cuzo heart feel faint, he felt weird and strange once again and thought silently inside his head, 'What did i do wrong again?' UH! Oh! Was all Kuro and Clone thought after having this cold and gloom aura that was seeping through their bones.

Roommate needed: Male or female, doesn’t smoke, tidy, can cook tasty meals is a plus, minds their business – I scoffed at the roommate ad, is he looking for a roommate or does he want a maid? I folded the paper into my bag as I walked into the bank to clear out all the money from me and Marty’s joint account, ten thousand dollars, it was nothing much but it was enough to get me started on a new life.

Now that she has time to observe, she can see that it is a bit creepy. Daisy misses her little room. Even though it's only the size of a corner of this room, it still has a lot of life. No wonder the man's room is so gloomy. Should she redecorate it? Every day she looks at this black room and one day she will also become gloomy.

The gloom inside the study was absolute. It wasn't just the absence of sunlight through the narrow cottage windows; it was a heavy, suffocating despair that had settled over every breathing soul in the room. The radio sat silent on the desk, a small black square of metal that had effectively shattered whatever fragile peace we had managed to scrape together since escaping the Keep.

A heavy silence fell over them all before her tears burst forth, streaming down her face as if something deep inside her had shattered. The air grew increasingly stifling. Clouds swallowed the daylight, and shadows crept across the street like a tide of darkness. It was as if the world itself was closing in on them, holding its breath, ready to reveal a secret far more terrifying than a simple accident. —The Room of Revenge

The world of the Deep Shadow had been bleached of its soul. Lyra stood in the center of the Great Hall, her eyes squinting against the relentless, shadowless brilliance of the "Clean Room." The violet starlight was gone, replaced by a flat, clinical illumination that made the very concept of a "hiding place" feel like a crime.

The mirror room had been designed to project calm—a clean, symmetrical space with soft lighting and seamless glass meant to promote introspection. But tonight, it felt more like a maze of grief. Every wall reflected a different version of Isabella and Adrian: fractured, weary, straining beneath the weight of what they could no longer unsee or undo.

I haven't been able to wear them for a long time. She spoke with an indifferent expression and a far-off gaze. Without warning, a subtle sense of unease crept into Tristan's chest.