My Room Is A Dungeon Rest Stop Novels & Stories

So this is how he will treat his mate, first, he refused the rejection and now he is holding me captive in the dungeon, great! The elevator stopped on U6, and the door slowly slid open. As I stepped out of the elevator, I scanned the hallway of the floor we were in. I don’t understand. It doesn’t look like a dungeon. If I am not mistaken, it looks like a room in a maximum-security prison. The doors are made of solid steel, with a small 6” x 12” glass window five feet above the ground. But the floor was in pristine condition, all clean and shiny. I let the warriors guide me to the designated room for me. He opened the door to the cell, and before I could move a muscle, my whole body froze. Si

"Enjoy your visit!" Jackson snickered. "Thank you." Turning away, he saluted her with two fingers before stalking off to the staircase in favor of the elevator. The place was just as he remembered it, back from when he applied. The same decaying brown furniture, the weird rustic smell. And as he turned the corner up the winding staircase, he discovered the fluorescent lights still bugged his eyes. The walls even had the same coat of chipped, barely white paint. It was ugly as hell. Nothing like the room they had for the party, it amazed him really that they refused to improve anything with the budget they had.

So I wait every night for her to retreat to her room and once I am sure she is asleep, then I move to restock my food and energy supplies. Since I don't have much to do in my room, either I work out, play games, or I am cleaning. Yes, I am cleaning my room. So what? Not every guy is a pig when it comes to his room. But it is starting to get boring. I think even my best friend is getting sick of me moaning about the situation. But who can blame him. Since I have nothing to do, I bug him all day long. And I mean it literally.

The door creaked as it was pushed open. A stranger walked in—a she-wolf in a thick deerskin coat. The light in my eyes instantly dimmed, and a self-mocking smile tugged at my lips. I was being deluded again. The she-wolf froze when she saw me. She probably hadn't expected to see a fragile Omega sitting alone in the restroom of a deserted rest stop in the middle of a snowstorm. After studying me carefully, she asked in a gentle voice, "Hi there, young one. My name is Felicia. Are you here alone? Where's your family?"

… Soon, the dorm room's group chat began buzzing. I clicked in to read the messages. There was a photo of Theo leaning against my sports car, which Miranda scratched up. He was dressed in a black hoodie, dark blue jeans, and white sneakers. He looked incredibly handsome yet languid. Miranda was beside herself with excitement. "Do you think he's my hot boyfriend? He didn't even demand compensation after I scratched up his car. It has to be him! Who knew my Prince Charming was so close all along? He's so sweet that he must be reluctant to make me pay compensation. He wants to help me save up. What should I do? Gosh, my heart is racing."

I took a deep breath and opened the door. The room was not what I expected. It wasn’t dark or dungeon-like. It was painted a deep, calming blue. The floor was covered in soft, black mats. One wall was covered in shelves, neatly arranged with an array of toys I had only ever seen in videos. Dildos of all sizes and shapes, floggers, paddles, gags, clamps, and things I couldn’t even name. In the center of the room was a low, padded bench, like a sawhorse but covered in black leather. Damien was there, leaning against the wall, watching me. He was wearing only a pair of black sweatpants that hung low on his hips, revealing the powerful muscles of his chest and abdomen. He looked less like a CEO

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.”

"Family loyalty doesn't mean much in our world, Nicole Martins. Sometimes, the best way to survive a monster is to learn exactly how he thinks." Before I could say anything else, a sharp bell rang through the stone vents of the room. The hour was up. It was time to go to the mixed rooms. Twenty minutes later, Kaelen and I stood in front of the door of room 109. My heart was hammering against my ribs as Kaelen put the key into the lock and turned it with a sharp click. He pushed the door open, and we stepped inside. The room was large, built from cold grey stone but made warm with thick fur rugs and a big, roaring fire in the center. Two heavy wooden bunk beds stood on opposite sides of the r

Aiden, glad that the guard did not waste any more of his time, strode into the room first, the guard with Dave on his shoulder following him, before the second guard also followed them in. "Welcome to the Forge," Aiden said as he turned his head slightly, speaking over his shoulder to Dave. "We call this The Forge Dungeon. It might be surprising having a dungeon inside a dungeon, but do not worry, you will find it... quite accommodating." As they walked deeper into the Forge Dungeon, Aiden took in its atmosphere, nodding with satisfaction. The forge had not been used for quite some time, and the dust and rust made it clear. The scarps of iron and burned fragments of wood also showed it.

A thousand pairs of eyes landed on me, and men slowly got to their feet as I walked to the nearby island that was planted in the middle of a very vast room. It looked like a bloody hall, with the left side fitted with all types of rooms. The gun room was to my left, and the right side was the gymnasium enclosed in a double-glazed glass. The middle of the room was the chill area where everybody lazed around. There were fridges, couches and stretchers. There were gaming consoles all over, and televisions mounted on the other walls. The kitchenette was fixed on the farthest end of the room. My people called it the Den. They just loved it, and nobody ever complained about the lack of sun and vit