My Room Is A Dungeon Rest Stop Novels & Stories

I hate him and I would not pretend and act otherwise. “Argh! Just how do i get out of here?” My eyes shot through the room, trying to look for any means of escaping. I looked around but I couldn’t find or think of anything useful. It was like he had taken any thing that could be used as an escape means out. What even was this place? Red room? It was more like a dungeon. Red colored walls that instilled fear the moment you walked in, a giant bed that would make you hesitate sitting on it just by the looks of it.

glistened against the dark cruel Aura of Silvermoon Pack as we head toward the dungeon which happens to be opposite the brothel. At the last minute ,I decided against the lethal dungeon since she is not a criminal …more like a special prisoner as I took her to the last ,less frequently used room towards the end of the brothel where my men go to pleasure themselves. The room still looks very much like the dungeon regardless but this one has a hard small bed and no chains. “Alpha Aiden, What are you going to do to her now?” Asked Betta Connor, my most trusted soldiers and the consigliere of my Mafia clan.

“Where are we?” This was the room that was locked. It was a sex room, toys hung from every corner, a cross was hanging on the wall. There was a bed, large enough to fit all four of us in the middle, covered with what seemed to be silk or satin. He dropped me on it, and my ass landed on the soft material. “You guys have a sex dungeon?” I said, surprised. “A red room,” Emilio tore his shirt off impatiently. “What's your safe word baby girl?”

Kimberly's eyes darted around the dungeon, her heart racing with trepidation. The large, underground vault-like room had grey stone walls and a dark granite floor. Soft, golden light from modern torches illuminated the space, casting gentle but eerie shadows. The room was sparse, with only a few features breaking the simplicity. The thick, brass chains that were anchored to the floor caught her attention. But it wasn't just the chain that made her stomach churn with unease; it was the multiple grisly claw marks that marred the stones around it.

I remained seated in the darkness for several minutes, listening to the distant crackle of torches and the occasional drip of water somewhere deeper within the dungeon. Eventually, I closed my eyes to get some rest.

Matthew muttered by himself as he looked around the giant chamber that was the 70th floor of the dungeon. :If it was me, I’d put it in the treasure room: Draco said. Listening to Arshild’s suggestion, Matthew went back to the treasure room to check it again. Now that his eyes were not on treasure, he saw a magic circle on a platform. “Do you have experience in making dungeons?” Matthew asked as he approached the circle. :Well, it’s what the games you played do: “Oh, really? Wait, were you *that* invested in games?”

The others showing the dining and the kitchen areas, the outside garden, hallways, and more hallways including the hallway that I had recently just passed by, a ballroom hall, a roof deck, an area of what looked like an armory, a laboratory with people actually wearing lab coats, and many more. I scanned them one by one until my eyes rested on a certain monitor screen. My hands tensed up and my heart began to leap in haste. ‘My God! RUEN!!!’ Why was he in the dungeon?! And why was he being beaten up by two men?! As if to stifle my shock, I dragged my hands to my mouth and covered it with great panic. No... My mind shouted the only syllable it could process. No! No! No! Ruen!

She's the same age as him. Finally, I open my eyes, all the way. The wolfsbane is starting to fade. I look around the room, I'm in a dungeon. I scan the walls, most packs have their crests on the walls, I found it, however it's faded.... It's a crescent moon...

“We’ll take it.” The receptionist slid a rusty-looking key across the counter, her face as tired as my soul felt. “Room 204. Upstairs, end of the hall. Enjoy your stay.” Enjoy? Sure, because sharing a room with Aiden was everyone’s idea of a romantic getaway. As we made our way up the creaky staircase, I could feel the tension building between us. The silence wasn’t awkward—it was charged. Every step seemed louder than it should’ve been, like the universe was mocking me.

Luke inquired, his gaze drawn to the girl across the room. Luke could only bemoan the fact that he wasn't able to bring Sia or Elia onto his team, but given their circumstances, he can't complain. "She'll be alright, you know how the Duke is." Sia had four cards in her possession. The room they were in was known as the dungeon Admittance room. A temporary facility set up by the academy for students to obtain their entrance pass. And the card in Sia's hand was a scroll of release.