Monroeville Rage Room Novels & Stories

Floating before her was a detailed three-dimensional rendering of the Central Coliseum—a soaring, seventy-thousand-seat athletic cathedral located in the heart of Archon Malakor’s corporate territory. "The Coliseum is a fortress," Agnes said, her voice sharp as a diamond as her fingers flicked across the holographic interface, expanding the building's lower subterranean levels. "Morrigan isn't just holding Maeve in a standard holding cell. If she’s threatening to put her in the pit, Maeve is being kept in the Sub-Level Four staging pens. It’s where they keep the rogue fighters and beasts before a death-match." Rhys stepped up beside her, his massive frame towering over the tactical table. Th

I just ducked my head because I know my make up was messed up by my tears. Soon, he pulled me inside a room on a higher floor. That's what I thought at first. But when I looked at it in its entirety, I realized it’s not just a room. It's a huge, luxurious condo unit. I looked at him, eyes asking why he had brought me here. "Rage, I need to go home..." He stepped closer with stoic face. I stepped backwards until I felt the wall against my back. It was cold. But Rage thinks I'm on fire.

The room dims into a deep, moody violet with soft amber accents. Ron shrugs, hissing as the movement pulls at his stitches. “So I like to set a mood. Sue me, Ledger. I find it helps with the migraines.” For the first night, I insist Ron takes the primary suite. The second bedroom is unfortunately a high-tech server room and office, which means the options are share a bed or one of us crashes on the Italian leather sofa. “We could share,” he says, leaning against the doorframe. “It’s a custom California King. I promise not to bite unless you ask.”

Eve The War Room isn't a smoky backroom filled with men playing poker. It looks like the flight deck of a spaceship crashed into an industrial loft. Located in a nondescript warehouse in the Meatpacking District, the space is dominated by a massive, U-shaped bank of monitors suspended from the ceiling. Beneath them sits a sleek, tempered-glass command table that glows with a faint blue light. The air is frigid, kept super-cooled for the servers humming behind a glass wall, and the air is redolent with the smell of espresso.

Mirk. He didn't understand anything the newcomer said. He just kept walking back and forth.Nothing could match his fear and anger. Unable to bear it, he punched the wall. "This is my damn fault! Damn it! Damn it!” It's bleeding but he hasn't stopped yet. He only stopped because of Mauve and Mirk and grabbed both of his shoulders. He still struggled. "Fuck! Let's go! I'll fucking kill them. I will kill whoever did this.” He said that over and over as if he was losing control.

“Stress- what?” “Stress-release room. It was a special room, where I can release my anger. From there, I can throw glasses, bottles, or vases on the wall. There’s also a part where there’s a firing range… Only for me, of course. No one is allowed to enter my room.” He explained. “That’s nice.” Mariko complimented. “Oh, there it is.” Mariko clicked the file name and opened the file on the computer. She pressed the play button to play the video, and they watched the footage together.

She said, "I'll decide the location. Let’s meet and talk.” "Not possible." Marco seemed to have realized that she was trying to set him up. "I'll set up the time and place. You only need to do what I say. I'll make your two kids' lives worse than death if I find out you called the police or did something else." Mona wasn't scared by his warning; in fact, it made her quite angry. She got calmer the angrier she got. "Why don't we make another deal?" "No.Tomorrow afternoon in Room 8445 of the Summer Wave Hotel. Come there alone." Marco said and then hung up.

she informed him before we stepped out of the car and headed towards a store that looked like it was closed. I looked at Brooke questionably but she didn’t seem bothered as she located a keypad on the door and imputed a code that opened the door. We walked in, and I was shocked to realize that it was a rage room; I could easily tell from the weapons and safety gear that was arranged in a corner, the shattered objects on the floor, and the several more objects that were waiting to be shattered. “How on earth did you find a rage room that’s opened at past midnight?” I asked with an awed expression as she headed towards the safety gear while I followed closely behind her.

The primary server room at Monroe Global was a subterranean cathedral of cold air, low-frequency hums, and pulsing blue LED lights. It was 11:45 PM. In just fifteen minutes, the integration program would run its final sequence, linking the Knight Group's physical logistics grid to Monroe Global’s interstate routing network.

I slide the black card into the door, and it opens with a loud click. "I mean it! This is crazy! You cannot just do this!" he yells, kicking his legs in the air. I carry him into the massive living area. The room has giant windows showing all the bright lights of Blood Moon City. There are white leather chairs and fresh flowers everywhere, and a big door leads right to the master bedroom with a huge royal bed. This room was supposed to be his secret meeting place with Noah tonight. The thought makes my blood boil with pure alpha rage.